Oh, the post is about much more than that. It's about The Call.
But I can't resist his stab-stab-kill-kill of that schmucky NaNoWriMo bullshit:
Real writers don’t need an idiotic event like National Novel Writing Month to get them kick-started. Every year when November rolls around I cringe because I know a horde of amateur fuckwits will be filling forums with progress reports on their masterpieces, playing at being authors. Romance writers and fantasy wannabes, hobbyists who do great disservice to those of us who pay the price day after day, year after year, as we go about honing our craft. Do these fucking morons have any idea the kind of sacrifice and pain the writing life demands from its practitioners? Do they really believe their pathetic, semi-literate efforts are deserving of any kind of respect or approbation?
Go Cliff Go!
And he quotes writer Nicholas Christopher:
I am working my through the first 100 pages of a new novel … and finding, as always, that writing of any kind, but especially the writing of novels, is a humbling profession. You start all over again and realize it doesn’t get any easier, no matter how many books you’ve written — nor should it get easier, if you’re doing what you’re supposed to and trying to reach new places with your work.
Which ties into my next post, about writer K.A. Bedford!
Previously, at the old blog:
Ew.
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