Still at it. Working on a new story. I've written about the nature of reviews on here, how there are no real reviews. This came in from a university provost:
"Colin, I looked at the review, briefly; no more than a glance, really. This is what it is? Awful. You've made me see that. I just don't have any confidence in these f---s. Clearly, there are no independent critics--was there ever one? You've gotten me to see this more clearly than I ever would have on my own. I am angry, sad, and frustrated at a level I have never been before. I also don't know what to do about it. I'll fight to the death--and, at a certain point, simply fight---but these people--my god, they aren't worth your time or energy. I know you have to fight them day to day and hour to hour, but there must be another way. I don't know what it could possibly be, but I think about it daily. You need to suffer less--please. I see you taking joy daily in your art--even in the face of it all. That is right and just; stick to the right and just. You deserve it."