I read that entry this morning and wanted to scoop out my eyeballs with a rusty spoon.
Specially about the whining that the movie was Not! Her Way™. After the whole Underworld bagging that both she and Fanboy Jon gave, you'd think they'd learn not to see any movies again. Ever. Because other people will have the audacity to think, say, do and produce whatever the like that isn't to her version of the world. Death to them all, you might say Laurell, but that's probably going a little bit too far. So what will you do? Hit back by writing about it! YEAH! Vent all your anger on what they're doing wrong by writing it the way you think it should be. You do that Laurell.
I know I do that with your books. I get pissed off, think, "I can do better than that," and wind up writing half a novel and prune it back to a short story. Course, the difference between when I do it and she does it is that A) she gets it published almost immediately and B) her editors must commit suicide after laying eyes upon the sacred work. I've never driven an editor mad or to suicide. (It must be suicide, right? How else would you explain the fact that these things can go to publication?)
As for the Ivory Tower™ thing...hmm.
"Peasants laying seige to the Ivory Tower..." "Readying the Battering Ram of Reality"
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Specially about the whining that the movie was Not! Her Way™. After the whole Underworld bagging that both she and Fanboy Jon gave, you'd think they'd learn not to see any movies again. Ever. Because other people will have the audacity to think, say, do and produce whatever the like that isn't to her version of the world. Death to them all, you might say Laurell, but that's probably going a little bit too far. So what will you do? Hit back by writing about it! YEAH! Vent all your anger on what they're doing wrong by writing it the way you think it should be. You do that Laurell.
I know I do that with your books. I get pissed off, think, "I can do better than that," and wind up writing half a novel and prune it back to a short story. Course, the difference between when I do it and she does it is that A) she gets it published almost immediately and B) her editors must commit suicide after laying eyes upon the sacred work. I've never driven an editor mad or to suicide. (It must be suicide, right? How else would you explain the fact that these things can go to publication?)
As for the Ivory Tower™ thing...hmm.
"Peasants laying seige to the Ivory Tower..."
"Readying the Battering Ram of Reality"