Fiction Writers

Fiction writers! Yucky pooh. My suggestion to the millions of would-be published fiction writers is to form a labor union for the purpose of stopping all bellyaching about not being paid. Force every published writer to share equally the profit earned by all American-written fiction. Well, that's no more stupid and impossible-sounding than any of their schemes and strategies aimed to convince the reading public that their slant on things, life, love, sex, and fulfillment (subjects they actually never really come close to discussing as an adult, or even interestringly as a child) is superior to, and more deeply felt than that of any other writer.

One such writer has a Blog site decorated to look like the inside of an Italian brothel. (Yes, I've had that pleasure, referring to the brothel, not my reading of her Blog.)  She bribes over emotional lonely old women to post glowing encomiums about her perspicacity, depth, sensitivity, acuity and loveliness. One of those admirers I greatly fear might be a Nun who longs to write a lascivious novel, but wants her female idol in the 'brothel' to do it for her but can never seem to get up the courage to ask point blank.

One of the periodicals this "Author" brags about having been published in, THE SUN, a tax free, non-profit North Carolina vanity production that sneakily attacks women by such methods as having headless women on the cover, and about every three or four months publishes overtly male homosexual fiction, which probably finds a big audience in prisons where it is distributed free as part of 'earning' its tax free status. You know, the same as the motive in California for airing TV commercials urging citizens to visit prisoners as a way to curb repeat offenders. (There's no spell check in this wilderness and I can't spell the 'R' word. My theory is bad spellers make the best fiction writers, ha!)

So, my basic message to fiction writers is that their complaining is repulsive, learn to serve, and give up all ideas of getting rich from writing fiction. After all, you shouldn't want to be whoring like Danielle Steel, and her atelier of copycat servants. You didn't imagine she wrote all those weekly novels all by herself did you?! Would you? Yes, you would wouldn't you, and fast. I sent one of these puffed up Blogging scribblers a published short story of mine and she deigned to say not a single word. Piss!!

Barry