The day when I want to retreat into lit crit is the day I know I'm on the mend. (About damn time too.) And when a random Simone Weil quote makes me want to read the Barthes I've been saving for a rainy day, not only am I on the mend but I am back to my regularly-scheduled insanity.

So today is a day of gentleness, if I can manage it. Claws in, paws padded, tone gentle, walk soft.

So, in lieu of a real post, here's some links.

Start out with part I of Kaigou's "Dear (Not Just) Urban Fantasy Author."