A couple of writerly comments today.
“I jerk off enough with my cock, I don’t need to do it with my writing too.”
In an email from a writer friend as we discussed the thorny issue of art vs. commerce vs. publishing. In another email, from a different writer-type the next morning, I got a rundown of excuses for someone not getting something done that they’d promised to get done a while back. Sort of the same subject. At the end of the missive was this:
“Ah, the reasons I love publishing. You’re lucky, you get to go shoot things occasionally.”
Jerking off and shooting. Which one would get me into more trouble?
