We, the unsilent minority, are tired of you attempting to use us to bolster your sales. No one is forcing you to read our criticisms, and just as you are entitled to the opinion that your characters are real, we are entitled to our opinion that your characters are not. We do not pretend we're going to run into Asher at the grocery store, nor do we wax poetic about what it would be like to find a man like Micah, the most linearly drawn and boring character in all of supernatural fiction. We gather together, online or in person, to discuss your work because it amuses us, and the snark acts as an anesthetic to our disappointment.
True, your sales are higher than ever before, but let me remind you, millions of people bought pet rocks in the '70s. The only explanation is that cheese sells, sometimes. I'll let you in on a little secret: the .1% that you are complaining about have been your most loyal supporters. We challenge you, and are unwilling to accept poorly edited texts and plot points. We know you are capable of better, and we hate to see a once-talented writer, who built a universe that we all care about, ruin her life's work in an attempt to indulge fantasies and placate the sex-starved masses. We will be here long after the posers who love your recent books are gone, and we will continue to discuss, rant, rave, and snark about them. Because you need us, like it or not.
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To LKH and associates:
We, the unsilent minority, are tired of you attempting to use us to bolster your sales. No one is forcing you to read our criticisms, and just as you are entitled to the opinion that your characters are real, we are entitled to our opinion that your characters are not. We do not pretend we're going to run into Asher at the grocery store, nor do we wax poetic about what it would be like to find a man like Micah, the most linearly drawn and boring character in all of supernatural fiction. We gather together, online or in person, to discuss your work because it amuses us, and the snark acts as an anesthetic to our disappointment.
True, your sales are higher than ever before, but let me remind you, millions of people bought pet rocks in the '70s. The only explanation is that cheese sells, sometimes. I'll let you in on a little secret: the .1% that you are complaining about have been your most loyal supporters. We challenge you, and are unwilling to accept poorly edited texts and plot points. We know you are capable of better, and we hate to see a once-talented writer, who built a universe that we all care about, ruin her life's work in an attempt to indulge fantasies and placate the sex-starved masses. We will be here long after the posers who love your recent books are gone, and we will continue to discuss, rant, rave, and snark about them. Because you need us, like it or not.
Sincerely,
Dray, who has snarked you inside out.