Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Don't Get Cocky, Kid!

Every now and again, a writer loses his shit. It's part of the job. We toil away in solitude, emerging from our darkened lairs only to pour coffee into a cup or jar or whatever is lying around and lumber back. We spend our days talking to imaginary people and causing imaginary shit for them to escape from or lure others into. We really do have some kind of mental illness not because we live like this but because we can't do anything BUT live like this.

So it makes sense that every now and then, one is going to snap.

This happens almost like clockwork.

And when a writer snaps, suddenly their lives are really fascinating! At least for those of us who aren't part of the backsplash.

This week, a writer snapped over trying to trademark a common word. It backfired badly.

The word is hilarious. The backlash is rather amusing. It's an ironic moronic kerfluffle. I'm still not sure how she ever thought this was a plan that would work.

Ah, well.

Here's my take on this week's Writers Behaving Badly incident.

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