"No live goat for you tonight."

I have two announcements, both of which make me sad.

The first is that I just got back my editor's revised copy of the article I wrote for his magazine. He told me that he really liked it and only had to make a few small edits. Turns out "a few small edits" was a total rewrite of the whole thing.

And the second is that I may have to start a Twitter account. This is especially embarrassing because I have said for years that I would never use that service and that the people who do are sad attention whores. Apparently, it's the best way to network if you're a struggling writer and you want people to read your blog. Then again, it wasn't too long ago that I said I would never start a blog, either.

Haven't made any money yet and already I'm a sellout.