Deep thought for the day as I watch other writers’ careers take off and resign myself to living and dying in relative obscurity: Wouldn’t you love to be Morris Day? Sure, everyone would, and not just the sexy people. I will tell you something: a lot of writers think they are him. But we’re not; the entire world is Morris Day. The job of a writer is not to be Morris Day, but to be Jerome and hold a mirror up to him.