Listen up, New Yorker editors: Courtney Love is preparing a story for the mag. She's always wanted to be a writer, she tells New York Magazine. She's quite proud of the literary heft of her song lyrics and never, ever writes things like "CU later" in her lengthy text messages, she boasts.
"I have to get it together and finish this damn story that the New Yorker, by the way, does not know is coming," she says. "They may reject me. But I want to be published. It’s time—I’m 46." Maybe she should dump the story idea and do an update on the New Yorker's ongoing Cursing Mommy series instead.