Thar he blows (walrus chunks). My walrus piece (below) is an example of a writer blowing a satirical metaphor out of proportion–and realizing this halfway through the writing (realizing that while he’s struggling to write nice crafty sentences to no real purpose). Some writers could turn walruses in the Pearl into a treatise or weird novel. I’m better off leaving walruses as as a light and deftly handled metaphor to hint at cushy alien dangers in the everyday life of someone near the edge of reality than expounded on in anemic social satire.

Even though I ran away from the piece, I couldn’t bear to delete it. There’s a codependency between/within a writer and his (I’m a he, others read her) works. Whine whine bitch bitch. All crusty critiques fully deserved.