by munchman
…Let’s talk about death!
To be precise:
When A Self-Published Author Dies What Happens To Their Books?
…Let’s talk about death!
To be precise:
When A Self-Published Author Dies What Happens To Their Books?
Just read a blog post by a writer yrs.truly mightily respects, and his closing paragraph, in answer to a TV writing question, began with a now all-too-familiar phrase:
“At the end of the day….”
Yer Friendly Neighborhood Munchikins sees it all the time. Over and over and over. Such and such or so and so is the best thing since the last best thing “at the end of the day.”
Regular TVWriter™ visitors may recall a certain editor who variously called himself Muncher or muncher or Munchman or munchman or even Tim Muncher in his earliest days here.
Tim is still a great TVWriter™ friend and total bud to our Beloved Leader LB. He’s just too busy being amazingly cool, rich, talented, and successful to mess around with this site anymore.
Recently, this TVWriter™ minion (who, for whatever it may be worth to y’all, is female) got to talking with the munchy one and asked a question that I may regret to the end of my days. The convo went like this:
Which means, OMIGOD, we’ve got to read the New Yorker.
Do doctors still have those in their waiting rooms?
Yeah, didn’t think so. Lots of Sports Illustrated and People, right?
Latest News About Writers & Other Mostly Living Things That Are Doing Better Than We AreUh-oh. Last week’s return of yer friendly neighborhood munchman’s formerly adored column, Love & Money, tanked even worse than Katherine Heigl’s new Netflix series will if it ever actually makes it to the air.
We know why nobody wants to see Ms. Heigl’s next project. It’s the same reason nobody wanted to see her previous failures – nobody fucking can stand her onscreen persona.
But this is me, Timothy Tyler Muncher my very, very, very loved self. How in the name of all that’s holy, unholy, and whatever’s in between did last week’s launching get exactly one (1!) recorded view between last Thursday and yesterday?