What are you killing when you're "killing it?"

Or: thoughts on healthy growth in a publishing career. Or: I'm writing a hot take post because my imagination needs the crutch of reactivity this week. Womp womp.

Thanks for your patience with me this week. Thanks also to Sara Mauskopf, a person from the internet of whom I had previously never heard, for providing the kind of brief respite in petty superiority that one may derive from a godawful take:

I’m hissing. I’m hissing out loud. My canines would literally be bared if I hadn’t worn them down to nubbins long …