Yes, I'm Pretty Mad

Damn James Frey.
It really ticks me off when writers who have the chance to really make a difference with their books fuck it all up instead.

Smoking Gun Article. The facts are all here.
Maybe I'm just grumpy tonight. I worked so hard all day long, answered all the email, turned in all the projects that were due, paid the bills, vacuumed the house, found every single dirty dish in the house and put it in the dishwasher, and I haven't written one damn thing (except this blog post) because I'm so mad at James Frey. As if he has anything to do with me.

I vow, right now, whatever I write, will be truth. I vow, right now, that whatever I report will be fact-checked within an inch of its life.

Damn.

Just when you had hopes that good writing could still be discovered. Hopefully I can believe that tomorrow morning.