FABIO - 2011-02-24
Man, how can you cite Hemingway as an inspiration then go on to to write that wordy, masturbatory prose?
Probably the biggest obstacle to people being good writers is being in love with their own voice and never recognizing any of their work as shit (also unlike Hemingway). I'm sure we've all taken creative writing classes and witnessed how the worst writers were always the owns who go the most defensive about criticism.
Speaking of terrible writers in love with themselves, did you know Penny Arcade turned their Rainslick series into a written series?
'She had been luminous, but she had graduated to incandescent, with post-doctorate work in searing a motherfucker. It had the opposite of a face. "I am Elzabet Hark, and more," projected the entity in all directions, not as words but as the idea of words, elemental and raw, the ore of thought. "Our purpose is A HUMAN PURPOSE,"
Quietly, almost imperceptibly, Gabriel speaks. "I thought that was, like, a dolphin."
"NO, THAT'S A PORPOISE."
"Yeah, because I was like, a human dolphin?" He shakes his head. "Whoa."
"ANYWAY," she pounds it in, like a railroad spike. The not-face directs its blistering awareness at Tycho. "WE RECOGNIZE THE DISTRIBUTED DIVINITY OF HUMANKIND. THIS IS OUR REVELATION. AND BRINGING IT TO FRUITION REQUIRES A UNIVERSE." '
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