People, there are a few things I’ve learnt so far in my undoubtedly crazy dirty life and times.
1. A Warren Zevon album goes a long way in a morally dubious situation.
2. Hate isn’t a strong word.
3. If you want to write few can teach you (most who do say they can teach you to become the next best writer are full of shit) and if you don’t follow these rare breed of literature teachers at least follow this one, meaningful teaching; don’t sit down and bang out some meaningful prose until you’ve cleaned out a bar and done some fucking and punching.
Take this teaching as you may but don’t go crying at the sight of a rejection because most likely you’re writing is somewhat meaningful, one way or another you just have to find out how and why. Find that out and you might be staring at a loving acceptance and career of permanent homework.