Mr. Book's wild ride

a tale of a textual maverick

So, yesterday, the editors took over.

Here’s what they wrote

It’s me, Mr. Book. I’m the text that looks like this.

I’m the narrator, the omniscient third person narrator. You can call me the voice of god. I look like this. I’m the plain text that just tells it like it is.

And I’m the writer. Thanks for coming out. The editors want to protect you from us.

I can drone on about the big ideas ad infinitum.

And we can get a little carried away from time to time.

The editors? They’re here so we don’t lose you guys.

We really should listen to them more.

Maybe we will!¹

1. I can’t imagine this to be true. They are merely attempting to assure and appeal to you so they can keep on being their distracted, weird, incomplete selves.

There’s a kind of perfection in their imperfection. They’re kinda adorable really. It’s like Douglas Adams and David Sedaris decided to write a self help book but instead squabbled about sports.

They’re lucky they’re cute.

That narrator though? He’s a bit more than cute. There’s a bi…