I know that you’ve had works published “for reals”. But every time I go to your blog I find myself wondering “by whom??” and “why?” and “is it all as bad as this??”
Every time I read something you’ve written in your blog I find myself overcome by the urge to skim…right around sentence number two. The only reason I invariably read your blog is because it was recommended to me by a third party and I need to have something to talk to that person about.
But I’m seriously thinking about just forgetting it and telling Third Party that I can’t stomach your blog anymore. Everything you write–everything–makes me either angry or uncomfortable. I hope you aren’t letting your personality and true voice show in your work because if you are than you are a more bitter and dry person than my 8th grade typing teacher and abusive 2nd/3rd grade teacher combined.
I will say, though, that reading you is good for my own novel. Because when I get it finished and published then you won’t be able to talk down to me anymore from your pedestal of “but I’m a published author, dear.” I’m published, too, actually. But I guess work-for-hire stuff doesn’t count in your mind. Even though my “books”, such as they are, sold 100K copies at Wal-Mart.
(In case anyone is wondering, this person is no one in the Nashville-Mid Tenn Blogosphere. So no, I’m not talking about you. Unless you’re the you I’m talking about, but I seriously doubt it because You don’t even know I have a blog.)