Writing Carbs

You know that Novel That Will Get Me Published?

Well I must be buttah, because I’m on a roll!

And not one of those shitty rolls they reuse at those quick, turnover chainĀ  joints you direct mid-western tourists to go when they demand you tell them a “real Italian place.” Nah. The kind of roll Sal has his guys make fresh at that small, family-owned, family-run place you went on your first date like six years ago; the one off the beaten path, far down a couple blocks that only you and a handful of people know about that sells chicken Parmesan like your mom used to make when she still cooked like she gave a damn.

Yeah, I’m on that kind of a roll.

Hell yeah.