Genre is a minimum security prison.
Resolution and conclusion are inherent in a plot-driven narrative.
I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.
In my own little way, I feel like I'm part of a group of writers who care deeply about pushing the essay forward.
The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.
Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.