Run free, Blue Asylum
May 17, 2012 § 8 Comments
Well, here it is. My final Oprah ad, after the first two didn’t exactly bring her running/digging/safecracking. A book is like a child and I can only do so much before I send it into the world, and just hope it does okay and meets nice people and doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd or drink too many Red Bull-and-vodkas or handle rattlesnakes in religious ceremonies or experiment with that drug from Brazil that wipes your memory or pass out in nightclubs or set fires or shoplift or run into that whore book Fifty Shades of Gray and become a whore itself. At a certain point, I have to realize, I am just the parent. Go live your life, little novel. And try to call once in a while.