Guy Goodman St.White here, your unbelievably British sounding host. I'm holding in my hand a letter from Writing About Writing's author, Mr. Chris Brecheen, in which he... You know what? I'm just going to read it.
Dear Mr. St.White.
It has come to my attention that Speculative Fiction Sucks Balls (And Not In the Good Way) is one of Writing About Writing's lowest rated segments. Through extensive market research (I asked BOTH my roommates), I have come to the conclusion that your shtick, while amusing, is a bit of a one trick pony, and that given the limitations of time and energy for various segments, that carrying a weekly entry might be ambitious. While we fully endorse your quality segment, and we hope to have a long relationship with your stellar reviews of canon literature, we must temper these valuable contributions with segments of greater mainstream appeal in order to provide the revenue for upper management to do lines of coke off of hookers' asses. We will therefore be requiring your services only once a month.
It seems I've been downsized.
Needless to say, I'm a little miffed at Mr. Brecheen's flip attitude about selling out for traffic and page views, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste of you Yanks when it comes to proper art that able, white, heterosexual, cis, males tell you that you bloody well ought to like. I'm sure whatever ends up here three Tuesdays a week will pander to the lowest common denominator of human entertainment, and be properly dreadful.