Another thing I hate (I have decided to dedicate this blog to hate for the time being). . . people who can’t write their way out of a paper bag, but somehow manage to get something published, (seriously, try to read the excerpts) while most the talented people I know languish in obscurity. It fucking kills me.
Those on my subscriber list who have somehow navigated the publishing industry, please explain this phenomenon to me. Is it akin to the inexplicable and quasi-mystical ability of Uwe Boll to continue securing directing work?
the link didnt work for me…
it’s true, success can be elusive and appear arrive at random. me? i cant write. i want to try sometimes though because it looks so easy when its well done but thats just it, isn’t it?
perhaps the navigation is a talent in and of itself?
Thanks, I needed cheering up.
Eeeeech.
You know. I didn’t think it was that bad… but then I actually started reading it.
It was like, One Bloody Sunday for teenagers.
Ew. Grody plots.
raffle suedepelt?
and the guy is serious?
phht.
To be honest, I haven’t read it yet, so I can’t offer a critiquing opinion. What I can say is that every publication has such different standards. For instance, at Cyanide I have been outvoted on someone who submits regularly. I think this writer is horrible, but the guys love it, and so it gets published. If I had my way – hell no. Maybe the editors don’t know anything? Maybe people have no qualms about using their connections?
Hey! If you can find me a dragon that would be cool. Until then I will keep buying fish that die in a week’s time.
I know what you mean about the people who write like shit. I love to write and I am not that good at all, but I definitely think ia m a lot more talented than some poeple out there.
Hahahaha! I know! On my bathroom counter, I have three small ceramic dishes–one filled with soap, one filled with chapsticks, and one filled with googly eyes.
since i started writing years ago, i noticed very quickly that it’s always the stupid bitches who can’t form a coherent sentence who are always vying for even a scrap of attention. they can’t do anything that would remotely grab your attention from the page…but they’re always the ones who are shoving it under your nose at the diner, asking if you’d read something terrible that they cranked out late the night before while watching a Ron Popiel advert on telly. they’re the same ones who sprinkle any sort of narrative with too much information on weapons, ideals as far as appearance goes–basically anything that indicates right off the bat that they have what i personally call “Short Man Syndrome,” but which can be applied to any sweaty-palmed, limp-wristed, empty-scrotal-sac flappin’ in the breeze little bitch who feels so inadequate that they have to form their own little world where they “are the Lord of Darkness,” and EVERYthing they write is a poorly–VERY poorly, i may add–disguised plea for anyone to have sex with them.
and before anyone castigates me, that’s not everyone–just the people who suck ass.
I HAVE A QUESTION ROUND MORTAL CAN YOU PLAY A DRUM MACHINE
Woof. That’s all I’ve got to say. It’s some sort of phenomena….
I CAN PLAY A DRUM MACHINE! MY DRUM MACHINE RUNS WITH PAIN AND THUNDER.
What song silly?
He can play the theme song from Cheers, with the seldom heard second verse.
It’s impressive.
It’s not the writers as much as it it the PUBLI
On my other blog [http://www.eminemsrevenge.org ] i posted James Joyce’s “The Ballad of Laughing Jesus” and someone said that he should be signed up for a record contract
Ignorance IS bliss, and i see a lot of happy retards running around
Dude that is fucking hi-larious. I can here it now . . .”Can he flow? If he can drop the science mad, we’ll call them DJ Jazzy Joyce. This is gonna be a return to the the old school shit, man.”
I am so fed up with my life! BLARGH!
That’s all.