To text someone is to send them a text message, on a cell phone.

Abbreviations are used, as in telegrams, to save space.

By posting my books online, I don't have to worry about saving space. I can make them as long or as short as I please.

It's all one book anyhow, one correspondence novel, I call it my stack, or 40-Year Run.

Did you get the whole life?

No, I started to forget. But I got as much as I could, before my memory went.

Then I kept going, to see how I did it after my powers began to fade.

What was I going to do? Stop?

They'll have to pry the keyboard out of my cold, dead fingers.

I don't own a cell phone.

Henry Miller hated ice cubes and the radio, I hate air-conditioning and the television. And cell phones.

He wrote The Air-Conditioned Nightmare.

I'm hoping SQUIBS will be like that.

He told Lawrence Durrell, "Don't change a word. They'll shit on you anyway--you might as well have your say."

And he said, "It's no insuperable burden to pay the reader to read your work."

You get what you pay for.

That is, I can tell the reader to go shit in his hat, if he doesn't like it.

Someone else very well may.