i have had plenty of time to think this morning, and i'm pretty much thought out.
i can tell because it's 10:49 in the morning and i'm already thinking about dinner.
and while that can be a fun endeavor, it pretty much signals the end of my creative juices for one day.
besides, it hard to be creatively juicy when i just received word simon and shyster publishers has signed snooki to a book deal to write (that's funny) a romance novel (that's downright insulting to the genre).
but hey, what do i know?
i reference a quote from last year by simon and shyster ceo, carolyn reidy, that puts a spotlight on her company's challenge: "we must do everything in our power to uphold the value of our content against the downward pressures exerted by the marketplace ...".
that "downward pressure" is in reference to the creepy, lowly digital book world, the dark underbelly of the noble publishing business.
golly carolyn, i can't imagine why those dastardly e-books are growing at such an alarming rate—not when big publishers like you are hell bent on providing the freshest, sharpest authors of our time, like snooki, justin bieber, meghan mccain, and future catch, levi johnston—just to name a few.
i mean, i understand your terrible conundrum, what with the limited resources available for publishing hardcover books already.
believe you me, it's soothing to know you are diligent and unwavering in your selection of what constitutes "the best and brightest".
heavens to betsy, why with the brilliant talent you've uncovered, it's no wonder that the slouches i've come to know, the likes of randy johnson, buffy holt, david b.dale and many others referenced in this amateur-time blog, must wait in the wings, like the bench warming fools they obviously are, hoping beyond hope for an act of goddess oprah to get them in the publishing game.
i get it!
yeah, it's no goddam wonder all right—it's no goddam wonder the e-book market hasn't carpet bombed your hardcover ass centless.
well, if that doesn't beat all get out?
i guess i had a thought or two left after all, one of which is, it's a pizza night sure as shootin'.