Call Me Irresistable

Being a professional novelologist is a weird gig, gang.  It's not because I get paid to make up stories, although that is a bit odd if you think about it.  Yet no odder than getting paid a million dollars to swing a bat at a ball or drive a car really, really fast.  And it's not because people look up to me for my accomplishments, meager as they are in a sociological or cosmic sense.

It's because, as a modern writer, I'm not allowed to be quiet.  Simply put, I'm expected to be something of a c...