As I take the week off to figure out whether or not to throw myself into the volcano (metaphor, darlings, don’t worry about me hurting myself) I offered up this very frank discussion over on Charles E. Yallowitz’s blog Legends of Windemere
It’s called Where’s Andy Warhol When You Need Him? or, Why I Need a Rich Benefactor, Because This Self-Promotion Thing Is Killing Me and it’s me at my most honest. Sort of.
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