I’ve mostly focused on meta-considerations with writing so far, I’d like to fix that today. It isn’t that I reject the conventions of craft or turn away from main-stream conceptions of productive aesthetically appealing writing. In fact, I actively dislike and do reject the so-called “experimental” modes of fiction that seem to channel Joyce or Borges at their best and distill them into unfathomably atrocious simulacrums that I would feel terrible wall-papering my bathroom with. Most “flash” fiction and “hypertext” novels are as enjoyable to me as I imagine having a bowl full of rusty nails shoved up my rectum would be.