Well, hello there! Fancy meeting you here. Welcome back to the Internet’s favorite drunken advice column, Am I The Literary Asshole? It’s the place where we ponder all of life’s hardest-hitting questions, such as “Why does my dog walk out of the room every time I read my work aloud?” and “If a blurb falls in the forest and no one’s around to read it does it still say searing and compelling?” I’m your host, Kristen Arnett, and I just got back from a week of teaching at Kenyon Writers Workshop. I’ve gotta tell you, there’s something so delightfully affirming about spending time with people working hard to make art. It’s an honest pleasure to remember that we do this because we love it; we do it because we care very deeply.
Cheers to that lovely sentiment! I’ll pop us a bottle of champagne and we can sip and read through today’s questions.
Here’s to joy, books, and friendship. Onto our first caller:
1) Hey Dad,
This is a relatively low-stakes one. My good buddy is a horror author of some renown and it could not be more deserved. She’s brilliant, driven, the queen of structure, and I love to see her winning. That’s not the issue. The issue is the new name-dropping that’s come since her book came out.
