Once upon a time I read a blog that I thought was really funny. For about two weeks.
It didn't take me long to get so sick of the writer's voice and whiny disposition that I started reading his blog as a complete train wreck. It was a great example of what I didn't want to become.
But this guy had legions of devoted fans. I never understood it.
Reading his blog made me so afraid of my own writing voice that I stopped using it. I really thought that I kind of, sort of had the same voice and vibe. And I worried about how I came off.
Now this guy has published a book. Like, a real fucking book.
I want to slit my wrists.