Yeah, I wondered if that irony was gonna get lost in the joke. Should’ve mentioned it, but I was probably tired and heading to bed and therefor lazy. But EXACTLY! They claim their enthusiasm is for hunting, but they really just like toys. That go boom. And that’s not a legit argument.

Still hunting for an agent for my fiction, so not an authority, but w this type of memoir, you may try taking a chapter or vignette and see if you can get it picked up by a magazine. Then you can take that, along with your proposal, and say, “see? This mag published an excerpt!” Wishing you luck!

Pretty upset by it now!

Yes, but cover copy is also among the more challenging things to write. Not on par with a story or book-length project, granted, but still a serenely challenging.

Also funny how this reply got hijacked, and I never got to circle back about how that Thompson is not appropriate for conventional hunting. And it was intended to be…funny. And now I’m all kinds of conflicted.

Dude must love hunting. And she must, too. Can’t forget her. People down there better prep for seeing her and their kids and—sorry. Sorry. That was my PTSD from some Ken Cucchinelli campaign ad way back in the day. Sorry.

And the headlights are SO BRIGHT!!! And I can’t tell if people are flashing their brights at me, because my own headlights are SO VERY BRIGHT, or if it was just a bump in the road. And so everyone’s flashing everyone, such that it no longer indicates that you just passed a cop a few seconds back.

Wow!

Sry. Shd have been “telephone call.” Sry.

It’s so exhausting! It’s like they get on one track and WILL NOT get off. (Paging Eric Hoffer. Eric Hoffer, you have a phone call at the front desk.)