Hey Hey Hey!

I think it's an outrage that anyone blames me for anything I say in my books.

What's a book, anyway? A bunch of facts? Noooo. Speculation! Pure speculation, and the droolings of a mind dissatisfied with something or other, like current politics or sex or the price of white truffles.

With that kind of accusatory response from my readers, I've a good mind to kick my laptop out into the snow and give up the writing gig altogether. Who needs all this abuse?

Ah, well. I do.

Every bad book review on Amazon means someone has bought a copy of my book. That's money in my pocket!

PS: I won't mention except to you and my closest friends that I write outrageous parodies to sort out people with a demented sense of humor (to add them to my stock of friends) from those who only pretend to read without moving their lips.

You don't have to believe me.