Thanks for making me laugh and think.

On another note on another post… your blog is your expression. We are not the same entity each moment, each day & after a life changing event & our thoughts & words change accordingly. Speak. Please. It’s the way to release pain, frustration & grief surrounded by floods of tears. You need no permission. Those who cannot empathize or are not friends do not need to visit for awhile.

As a stranger who can offer nothing in the way of comfort, I shall simply say you are amongst my good thoughts. I wish you as much strength as needed to fill a chasm. Time doesn’t heal all wounds… scars form. Scars are reminders of our life’s events & hurt differently. Eventually, scars can be touched without feeling as if one has been plummeted down a shaft & more & more good memories float to the surface. I prefer to say time changes all wounds.

I can offer only sympathy & empathy… far too simple to be of any soothing. Your story is important. Speak. One way to view your blog is, it is your love clearing the brush for passage. A necessary process. Speak. Please. I wish you & your husband much comfort.

Theresa – Emily Dickinson: Hahahahaha!

I made a living, almost, as a story analyst, for twelve years. I co-directed a screenwriting workshop/fellowship. I was a ghostwriter for Dear Abby until I couldn’t take her bizarre office culture any more.

It is a thrill to encounter good writing. It is enraging to encounter bad writing, at the level of badness achieved by Chris D. Deep in your heart, Mr. Doyle, you know the piece he read was shit. Just as you know that Josh Friedman is a born writer, god bless him.

I was not free to leave, because I was sitting in the front chair, two feet from the readers! I did not want to interrupt Chris D’s performance, but rather to think about it further and then to discuss it here, where I discuss everything that bothers or excites me.

I am saddened by your use of the word “vitriol.” I was just telling a friend how overused this word is among my detractors. What a stupid cliche, and a misguided one with regard to my blog.

I hereby forbid in these comments any words that begin with V, if it something that can be “spewed.” That includes “V8 Juice.” Thank you.

I welcome you response, Mr. Doyle.

Love, SW

Well done on using your real name to chastise Sister Wolf, who is clearly a talented writer. She writes with abrasive honesty, sharp wit, satirical humour, and a distinct lack of preciousness towards anything or anyone – and it’s so refreshing. But, given you published the nauseating work of Chris D, you clearly lack the ability to deduce talent from trash.

Here is a little perspective for you: admonishing anyone for responding with disgust to a disgusting piece of published literature (or shit-lit), even as you acknowledge the reader’s right to criticism, is both hypocritical and pathetic. As a publisher – particularly, as a publisher of shit-lit – I’m surprised that you seem unaware of your inability and lack of a right to moderate any given response to the published work. SW’s public response to this published work and its talentless author is completely justified.

Please go and fuck your sanctimonious self.

you’re not-emily dickinson-

WYATT DOYLE. YOU CUNT.

no civility is in order in the literary community. I turned 21 last week and I understand this.

now massage your inflamed asshole
AND STOP BEING BUTTHURT.

this is writing. WE ALL SUCK IN OUR OWN WAY.
EXCEPT MAYBE NOT SHAKESPEARE.

FUCK OFF.