So I write a post that’s about 414,983 words long bemoaning the ups and downs of Bouchercon. A writer friend of mine sends me a note saying, “Jesus. Bouchercon. It’s like golf: emotional torture for hours on end, then you meet David Simon. It takes a sick person to keep at it.”
That’s…like…414,957 fewer words than I used and it gets to the point much faster.
Damn you, SD, you and your talent! Damn you damn you damn you!
