Staring into that dangerous black hole. The one that contains all your old work. The one that reveals both your greatest failures and achievements in any given fandom. The one that besets you with regret and shame and, “oh, shut the front door, i wrote that?” disgust. The very one that makes you want to either furiously edit everything committed to internet space ever, produce awesomeness similar to those good days, or tear it all down, and cackle. Madly. So, so madly.
50 shades of shut the fuck up about this book i’ve read better smut written by virgin teenagers for free
Yeah, sure. Also written better porn as a virgin teen. Why does bullshit get so much exposure? More people have bad taste? Publishers/producers are idiots? Would it really please me to see MY fave author fawned over and eventually become jaded and old hat? No. No….
You're a cool cat, Chuck. I read bits of your stuff to my husband with the only intention of grossing him out. 'Haunted' was a big hit, of course (and a personal favourite--I revisit the microwaved bum scene often just for kicks). I also might have inflicted 'Guts' on everybody I knew after reading it myself (so grateful it's online, muaha). Even at work. And cackled at their discomfort.... The husband wonders why you're 'so gruesome'. Thanks for being so though. Can I get an amen?
Amen to you. One of the advantages of doing things “too big” is that the audience is swamped and needs to process the experience by talking about it, repeating it, and enrolling peers in also experiencing it. That’s why I want my events to be “too crazy.” My books to be “too everything.” Also, consider that tastes change and “too gruesome” very quickly becomes normal. Remember when “The Exorcist” was scary, before it became camp?