Reading this book (recommended by the girls at EastWest.nu and gifted to me by the girl at MinJungKim.com), I am yet again struck by the thought, “Oh right. I could do this.”

I really need to be feeding all my essays into that document I have on my hard drive labeled “book.doc” I keep getting discouraged by the fact that the only tie that holds the essays together is “I WROTE THAT!” Books like What’s Not to Love?: The Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer remind me that in some instances (strength of the writer, weakness of the editor, pursuasiveness of the literary agent?), that’s the only tie needed.