This is silly on so many levels. Eric deconstructs the argument well, but let's talk about the silly stuff.
One: This guy isn't a writer. He's a fricking hobbyist. Six novels in, what, a decade? Christ, that's my output for last month.
Why? Gotta pay the rent. I'm not a hobbyist.
And he's the past-president of SFWA? Says all you gotta know about SFWA. It's an organization of hobbyists, run by hobbyists who give each other blue ribbons for best orchid.
Two: Taking money out of the mouths of his children? He doesn't have any children. I do. I just had to pay for two sets of braces. Know how I did it? Wrote a frickin' book you moron. Go try it. Go ahead. We'll wait. Not a fricking decade but we'll wait.
Three: Helloooooo! New technology! Effects thereof, one fucking each. You know, the sort of shit that SCIENCE FICTION authors write about?
"I'm gonna go cut my wood."
Yeah, well, I'm gonna go turn up the heat. Cause I don't have time to cut wood and I'VE GOT TO WATCH MY HANDS CAUSE THEY'RE WHAT I MAKE MONEY OFF OF.
There are so many things stupid and silly about this I could take all night writing them.
But, oh, I've got a book to write. I guess I won't have the time.
Lord this sort of shit pisses me off.
Yep, I'm a scab. Gonna go scab some more because, you know, gotta eat.
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Tempest in a Teapot
Date: 2007-04-17 04:22 am (UTC)One: This guy isn't a writer. He's a fricking hobbyist. Six novels in, what, a decade? Christ, that's my output for last month.
Why? Gotta pay the rent. I'm not a hobbyist.
And he's the past-president of SFWA? Says all you gotta know about SFWA. It's an organization of hobbyists, run by hobbyists who give each other blue ribbons for best orchid.
Two: Taking money out of the mouths of his children? He doesn't have any children. I do. I just had to pay for two sets of braces. Know how I did it? Wrote a frickin' book you moron. Go try it. Go ahead. We'll wait. Not a fricking decade but we'll wait.
Three: Helloooooo! New technology! Effects thereof, one fucking each. You know, the sort of shit that SCIENCE FICTION authors write about?
"I'm gonna go cut my wood."
Yeah, well, I'm gonna go turn up the heat. Cause I don't have time to cut wood and I'VE GOT TO WATCH MY HANDS CAUSE THEY'RE WHAT I MAKE MONEY OFF OF.
There are so many things stupid and silly about this I could take all night writing them.
But, oh, I've got a book to write. I guess I won't have the time.
Lord this sort of shit pisses me off.
Yep, I'm a scab. Gonna go scab some more because, you know, gotta eat.
Dumbasses.
John Ringo