Back off! Get your own Mt. Everest!

 Warning: This is a rant of sizematic proportions. Shield your eyes while you still can and click on the next blog you follow, because someone may lose an eye.

So, the other day, I’m just minding my own business when someone asks me the age-old question.

“How’s your book going, Stella?”

I have no problem getting asked this question. It makes me feel like someone out there cares that, in my spare time, I slave away at my laptop until my eyes feel like they’re going to catch on fire. I know for those who are not writers, or gainfully employed for that matter, it may seem ridiculous that the same novel has kept me occupied for the last five years of my life. I was in school for almost three of those years, okay?

Regardless, I gave this person the news on my WIP. I’m really close to being done final revisions now that the rewrite was completed in the spring, and that I’ve got a fancy new query letter. I hope to be done revisions and entering query land mid-August. I’m so excited at being so close, fingers crossed, to the end of this project I may just phone up my insurance company and tell them I forgive their blood-sucking ways.

The response?

“I hope you make some money off that thing or else you’ve just been wasting your time. “ Shakes head. “That book has been such a waste of time.”

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Out comes the voice of the possessed Emily Rose. “Wasting my time? WASTING MY TIME????? WASTING! MY! TIME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

*Stella attempts to breathe before she blacks out*

To all the confused, hateful trolls out there:

·         even if I never publish another word for the rest of my life,

·         even if my eyes spontaneously combust from staring at my computer screen,

·         even if the stack of post-it-notes and note books where I scribble dialog, thoughts, and plot arcs tips over  and falls on me like some Janga tower of Horatio Caine horrendousness and kills me,

·         even if the stories I write are stupid and terrible and as witty as a Beavis and Butthead skit,

I would still write!!!

So go find something you like doing and leave the rest of us alone!

I don’t write because I think I can make money off of it. I don’t write because I think I’m good at it. I do it because I love it.

I’ll say it again wearing 3D glasses so the people needing a bigger internet experience can feel it.

I DO IT BECAUSE I LovE IT!!!

I don’t understand why people feel the need to say this kinda shit. I have never thought of belittling another person’s hobby or pastime. What’s wrong with people?? ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRGG!

Ahem….sorry about the rant, but I do feel a little better now. J

Stella, out!!