My incredible talent. . . .

[B.R.Stateham]

I have an incredible talent. It's called Foot-In-Mouth Disease. It seems all if have to do is open my mouth. And then . . . . holy french fries! People go ballistic on me! I mean they get so upset their blood pressure has the same pressure-wave signature of a tsunami!

A talent whih probably has kept me from getting published sooner. Now, if I could make money with this talent. . . . .

[I. J. Parker]

Love it!

[B.R.Stateham]

Dana. . . that made me laugh. No. . . not that bad. But close.

[Dana King]

BR, you're reminding me of a letter a friend and old boss swears he once sent to someone who had pissed him off. It read:

Dear [whatever the guy's name was]:
Fuck you. Strong letter to follow.

Signed,
Dan

You weren't that bad, were you?

[B.R.Stateham]

Thanks, I.J. And yes, I humbly confess, sometimes I do exaggerate a weeeee bit. But in this case, not that much.

[I. J. Parker]

Oh, B.R., that is like me. As everyone here knows well enough. The idea is to put it from your mind and move on. Yes, I know it's hard. Keep in mind we all like you. Plus, you're probably overreacting.

[Jack Getze]

Oh, come on B.R., give us the whole story! What happened? I just love it when someone besides me says the wrong thing.

[B.R.Stateham]

No. . . . . but say!? I could use that one when I get my next insanely idiotic rejection slip!!

[Benjamin Sobieck]

Cripes, B.R., did you let the ol' F-bomb slip?

Dear F*cker,

[B.R.Stateham]

Made the wrong comment in some letter. Or asked the wrong question. Maybe just writing the letter to begin with.

[Benjamin Sobieck]

How has this prevented you from getting published? Now you've got me all curious and such.