It’s been unusually quiet the last week or so. Except for a couple of slips, very calm indeed. Perhaps something is coming.
On Tuesday, it was:
So, why bother?
Because I refuse to yield the field to the trolls, to the hate-mongers who have tried ever so hard to define who I am.
But if I should shuffle off the proverbial “mortal coil” tonight, these books, audiobooks and comedy albums are PROOF of my existence, and they will speak for me. Why do you suppose the Legion of Hoge has worked so hard to post false, negative reviews of my most recent books on Amazon. They neglect to mention that they are major characters in the books they are panning (I most certainly do NOT, you lying fuck – PK), so I am forced to do that for them.
Everything else will speak for itself.
Strong, defiant, full of piss and vinegar, if a bit fatalist. Unfortunately for him, I think Shakespeare had the measure.
But Thursday, a little different story from Twitter:
Not quite so defiant. More resigned? Defeated, even?
You know what it feels like to me?