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[apocalypsos]

So I went to my parents' house for dinner tonight, and my dad gave me one of his old prepaid phones, and my mom gave me her paperback copy of The DaVinci Code because I said I hadn't read it.

I just read the first page.

Okay, here's the thing. The first story I ever wrote was because I read a horrendous romance novel when I was about fifteen that made me fling the damn thing at the nearest wall and shriek, "I can write better than that!" And I couldn't at that point, but I was damn well going to try.

I think if I had read this back then, I wouldn't have become a writer.

I would have become the quarterback for the Eagles.

They wouldn't have had much of a choice but to draft me at that point, really, considering I would have thrown this book hard enough to brain Dan Brown from several states away.

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[phaballa.livejournal.com]

AMEN. This is exactly what I told my friends when they were all very perplexed that I was able to put the book down and not need to know what happened now, omg. Because the writing is SO terrible that the plot gets lost in his extraneous elevator descriptions and heavy handed "I know sooooo much about Paris" paragraphs.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Oh a very selfish level, I keep thinking, "Jesus, I'm not published yet but this is?"

*whimper* Where the hell is my booze?

(Wait, wait, my Supernatural playlist just put on "Carry On Wayward Son". *happy sighs* Better.)