Winter has finally come to south Florida, by which I mean it’s a nipple-hardening 51 degrees Fahrenheit as I type this and you can discern the locals from the transplants by the size (or lack) of the coats they’re wearing.
Quoting Catullus in a text message can get you into trouble, depending on what part you quote.
Paul Constant: “It’s a soul-crushingly awful time to be an author, I guess is my point.”
A good, basic Q&A on writing and publishing at HTMLGIANT
Richard Nash says “publishing will never be stable again.” He and Paul Constant should have a beer together. (Via Linebreak)
And finally, in the spirit of Thanksgiving and with the end of the decade looming, I am thankful that we here at The Rumpus don’t do lists, even if Umberto Eco thinks they’re the origin of culture.
