Not to beat a dead horse, but …

I know I spend way too much time bemoaning the state of publishing — but hey, it's my life, after all. And it worries me quite a bit. I'm quite literally trying to decide whether to go back to school and get into, say, nursing, or whether to keep writing. So far, I'm still writing (but that's mostly because I'm squeamish and the sight of blood makes me feel faint).

So I'm finally reading last week's edition of The Stranger, and I loved Paul Contant's article on BEA, with the sadly apt subhead "He