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Having read some of the Lemony stuff, I think he'd almost have to be better writing for an adult market. In a market where he could cut a bit looser, anyway.
I'm trying to come up with interesting notes for future developments and adjustments, but the Warren Zevon isn't to help, so much as help keep sane. Also, a small part of me wants the Robin Hoody Grace Jones-a-like to sing 'Poor, poor pitiful me' lounging in an oak tree just outside the city of orphans. Other parts of me know it ain't gonna happen. |
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