Elrond: If Estelle survives this Kill Your Darlings Issue Two launch, you will still be parted. For then if the Melbourne Writers Festival blog is made king and all that you hope for comes true you will still have to taste the bitterness of pilates. And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort but the promise of two embargoed events in August. Three writing deadlines will come in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a haloumi sandwich. Here you will misguidedly subscribe to The New Yorker bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
3000 BOOKS: You have my love, father. Can I go now? Masterchef is on.
PS. I’m still alive, but feeling guilty. I will have some things to say anon.
