Dexter St. Jock

As we wait for Lori, chew on this reflection by the "The Little Lady Who Started This Mess" (as Abe Lincoln clowned Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom's Cabin) and let me know what you think:

“I just think there are some people who try too hard. They just think every sentence has to be perfect. I’m the sort of writer who thinks your first draft is your most honest. You know, get the story out any way you can. You don’t have to think about it. Just write it. Experience it. Don’t worry how pretty it sounds, how lilting it is, and the imagery, and the metaphor, all that. Most readers don’t care. It’s the people in your book that matter. It’s the human element. The emotional response that matters. That’s what I’ve learned.”-Terry McMillan, published in January's Poets & Writers Magazine (borrowed from the blog of author Mat Johnson)
The most amusing observation was by my brother: "She deserved everything that the gay "Dexter St. Jock" did to her. Karma for turning black lit into the WB sitcoms and cheesy melodrama hell..." Day-um!