Hello, Dear and Forgiving Readers! (And the Twitter Writing Community who wouldn’t be caught dead reading my blog.)
I need your help!
Seeing as how I’m starting to flesh out some modicum of a presence on Twitter, I probably need to churn out some useful blog posts (before I’m blacklisted by all you fine folks, never to be clicked again).
All of this begs the question (it doesn’t, I was just looking for a dramatic transition), what should an author of fiction blog about?
I got pissed this morning and wrote up a serious blog post. But writing it made me unpissed, took the wind out of my knickers, so I’m not wasting time typing that up. (At least not today. I’ll wait until it’s a non-issue that the world has moved on from, and then I’ll toss it out there for everyone to see.)
Just know this, I hate YouTube Kids and the internet is poison and nobody should use it. Except for my blog. All of you should read my blog.
With that, let us away on another glorious installment of Quoth the Raven.
Scene: You’re at a circus/carnival, surrounded by circus/carnival sights and sounds. The laughter of children, the rattle of the roller coaster, the ding ding ding of someone stronger than you winning that hammer game, disorienting flashing lights, crowds, and… what’s that? A red nose? Rudolph? No, worse, it’s a clown.
Otherwise known as Edmund J. Asher’s top ten favorite authors (an unequivocal opinion). Yes, this is a D20 list. The die has already been cast, because you showed up late, and the die has decided to go traditional. A top ten list.
So here they are, the ten best writers, in no particular order. You can’t ask me to do that.