Which means to repeat again but is always used incorrectly, and which drives me nuts.

That and irregardless, which isn’t even a word. (Though I may once have told a snotty 12th grader that it was because she pissed me off.)

You read my book, As It Was Written, and wrote me a wonderful blurb and I have been wanting to write you since. Let me first respond to the blogpost as I am supposed to. I HATE when people say, “I could care less,” when they actually mean they couldn’t care less. But in general, I try not to complain as it does no one any good at all.

I just got The Writing Class and I’m loving it. I wanted to order it signed from the little shop you suggested, BUT I saw it on the shelf of new fiction at that institutional behemoth that rules us all that will heretofore be known only as Bile and Nausea, but whom we need desperately to survive in this field of endeavor we have chosen (and which makes it very difficult to maintain my general philosophy of not complaining…) anyway, AND I broke down and bought it there because I am highly disorganized and if I don’t do things when they come up, I forget to do them and they occupy too much mental space…

I really wanted to write and thank you for reading my book and for writing such a lovely thought about it, and for offering such a keen insight about Del Musick (Which I KNEW and TOLD THEM) which allowed me to put him back together to some extent anyway. I think your book is great. I am determining what to steal from you and this is what it is: how to be funny and creepy and totally terrifying and lighthearted all at the same time… Your book is too funny to be scaring me so much. THAT is an altogether brilliant combination.

Peace and love,

Sujatha