Sorry I had to delay my reply to you, UD, Mima. I had a psychology final to worry about. But now, semester is largely over, and I can return to this Writer's Mafia you seem intent on playing.
At no point did I attempt to shame you into feeling bad about your job, UD. Heck, I've tried, yet despite my best efforts I can't even get you to be embarrassed about your "written" "works". If I can't get you embarrassed about the most pathetic thing you've ever done, how am I supposed to think attacking anything else is a worthwhile thing to do?
I am thoroughly amused, however, at the fact that you both seem to be not even reading my posts now. Did I not say that I was surprised by the fact that good books have good covers? It goes against all grain of common sense. As Mima put it, some good books have good covers, some have bad covers, some have no covers. This is fine. But the fact that you both are challenging my disproving of a cliche shows where your loyalties lie.
Second, don't you dare diss photography. That is my second love. On that note, I find it funny that UD seems to be glorifying his reluctance to explore other forms of art. I mention this in tandem with photography because I used to take an actual class on fiction writing (which both of you could stand to take, but I fear you might fail) back when I was in high school. I had to read and write to a guidebook for writers, called the Writer's Book of Days, that included, among its many tips for authors, to practice other artistic disciplines, such as painting, photography, music, visual arts, film, anything.
Limiting yourself to just one form of artistic expression is
lazy, not noble, and so I am not terribly surprised that you would both speak up in the defense thereof. "Devoted your life to the written word"? HAH! I love how you seem to think that devoting yourself exclusively to just one expression is good and upright. It is like learning one language in a group of people who speak many; you will always be constrained by the limits of your sole method of communicating.
Similarly, your dislike of comedy will come back to haunt you. If you don't like to use it often, that's fine. If you cannot even respect it, then you shall pay the price.
I would continue, and could, but at this point arguing with you pathetic folks is like
digging up Slobodan Milosevic's grave and driving a stake through his heart; it's pointless overkill. You two are very clearly hopeless, and I will no longer waste time on you that I could use to write works of quality fiction.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to put a band-aid on my nose, because for some reason my face really really hurts.
