Silent Collection

It’s hard to believe this is going to be the title of a novel. But it is. My life is already dull enough; if it gets any worse, I might as well bang my head against a wall and die.

------That was the foreword.

A friend says I can only write vignettes, and that vignettes are all I love to write. I think this one thing already combines my interests and strengths, so why should I force myself to do anything else?

------This, of course, is also a foreword.