So, I admit it. I ignore the blog. Duh. I’m going to make an effort NOT to, in future, but that’ll mean that blog posts will sometimes be short and lame and mean nothing to anyone who isn’t me.
In my internet wanderings, I found a letter written to Billy Joe of Green Day from the parent of a fan who said (in part) that she (the parent) didn’t approve of the language or content of some of their songs. His response is pretty awesome. I’ll quote my favorite part:
“I don’t write music for parents, grandparents, or eight year olds. I write for myself and I’ll say anything I damn well please. That’s the difference between you and me. I do what I want…. You do what you’re told. ”
You can read both sides of the snail mail conversation at Letters of Note. Now, I can get back to a short story (the first I’ll have written in something like a year) full of support groups and devil boxes and a girl with a keyhole tattoo at the nape of her neck…