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I didn’t much mind Rowling when she was Pottering about. I’ve never read a word (or seen a minute) so I can’t comment on whether the books were good, bad or indifferent. I did think it a shame that adults were reading them (rather than just reading them to their children, which is another thing altogether), mainly because there’s so many other books out there that are surely more stimulating for grown-up minds. But, then again, any reading is better than no reading, right? But The Casual Vacancy changed all that. […]
Enjoy your vast fortune and the good you’re doing with it, luxuriate in the love of your legions of fans, and good luck to you on both counts. But it’s time to give other writers, and other writing, room to breathe."
Oh, dear lord. Really?
You cannot blame someone else’s success for your failure.
It’s not a case of JK Rowling needs to move over so you can have your shot at the big time. She didn’t “wave a magic wand” and get famous. She worked hard, and she wrote a story that SHE wanted to tell and she pitched time and again. More to the point, I don’t think she believed that success was due to her. Something that would fall into her lap because she took the time to write a story. Maybe you don’t think that either, but from the tone of your article, it sure sounds like you think your entitled to a slice of that particular pie, but you don’t think your work can take the competition of a big-name author.
If you have so little faith in it yourself, then why on earth would a reader pick it up and give it a chance?
Really, Ms Shepherd, you should have listened to your friend. Your article reeks of sour grapes and the juvenile urge to outsource blame.
Did you have stories of wrathful or vengeful ghosts on Cybertron?
Absolutely! My personal favorite is the melting mech of Cobalt Road.
Let’s be clear on one thing. Cobalt Road is, even without the presence of spark ghosts, an exceedingly eerie place to be. It’s surrounded by shaggy layers of conglomerate, strange depressions in the ground, and never seems to get as much sunlight as the brightness of the day would suggest. It doesn’t begin anywhere noteworthy, nor does it end in a populated place that makes the journey worthwhile. The whole area simply feels…off.
The Lyrid Meteor Shower is this week. Do you plan to watch?
Is it, now? Perhaps I will make time for it.
It peeks on the twenty-second, twenty-third. *waves her hands* Somewhere in that department.
I will consider it.
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