behind the scenes

So, it's been a while since my last post, and personal injury has a lot to do with that. Yet, I had to jump onto the Shallot this morning to clarify an issue many readers have been writing me about. The Mozart letter below. It. Is. Not. Non-fiction. Yes, I've been blogging ocassionally about Mssr. Frey. Yes, I champion so-called "creative non-fictionists" (when they're writing literary works as opposed to journalism; although was Joseph Mitchell's "Old Mr. Flood" considered journalism in its day?). I digress. My point, friends, is that my Mozart letter was just a humorous riff, a casual, a fictional humor piece, perhaps based on personal experience. Sure there's a lot of me in there. But no, I am not miserable. And I certainly do not hate Mozart (quite the opposite). Nor do I consider the man a so-called "Mo-Fo" (and I used this term now instead of a full-length or slangified version because I know how much it upsets certain people in my karass). So, if it even still holds up after a week as mildly entertaining, please enjoy the Mozart letter, and do often consider my blog to be a place where I may experiment, make jokes, and maybe even write some fiction. Or, God forbid, some humor. I may not be as unhappy as the man below wishing Mozart a trip to Hell, but I still need to laugh every now and then, and I hope you do too.