What is going on??!!

I feel like one of those crochety pensioners, shuffling about, you know, they seem harmless enough, but sit next to them on the bus and you get a whiff of wet dog... it's those cardigans they wear. Lethal. I was going to have a bit of a rant about the good old days, when it seemed that publishing houses actually employed editors to ruthlessly destroy any illusions of grandeur a budding author might have had. Horror stories of reject letters by the kilos, battered and bloody dreams, endless re-writing to please your editor. The good old days. These days if you can masturbate after a fashion, you're an author - all it takes is two fingers.....!! It's gotten so bad, that even trashy novels of yore seem like literary masterpieces. I would continue, but my eyes seem to be following Gandhi's credo of non-cooperation... it's been a long day and my loverly sauterne is kicking in - so shall continue my tirade tomorrow - not to worry, I'll still be as infuriated...actually more so, given how mellow I am right now :-)... night night.