Why are you wearing all-black. George R. R. Martin? You’re at a beach resort. “Ah, my good sir! You’ve noted my ebon garb! It represents House Marghalis, who are–” NO. No. No, no, no. I don’t care. Stop talking. “You shan’t upbraid me with the all-too-cliched ‘Get back to writing, George,” shall you?” Shit, no. … Continue reading It’s A Thousand Pages, Give Or Take A Few