It’s almost admirable in its purity. Here’s everything wrong with the human species in its present state, distilled to less than 700 words.
No, I’m not making this up.
Rowling has no need of either the shelf space or the column inches, but other writers desperately do.
So this is my plea to JK Rowling. Remember what it was like when The Cuckoo’s Calling had only sold a few boxes and think about those of us who are stuck there, because we can’t wave a wand and turn our books into overnight bestsellers merely by saying the magic word. By all means keep writing for kids, or for your personal pleasure – I would never deny anyone that – but when it comes to the adult market you’ve had your turn.
This – and I’m speaking as a writer who couldn’t cut it in commercial fiction, just like the person who wrote this dripping bit of slime, so I’m not criticizing outside my own class – is just about as low as a human can get without the actual use of poison.
I’m not going to attempt to fisk it, that’s Larry Correia’s job.
First seen over at Claire’s.