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I can't help thinking...
Nov. 17th, 2011 11:01 am...this must be a joke. Farce. Satire. Something.
"Let's Write A Book" pointed to this blogpost: An Open Letter to Simon and Schuester CEO Carolyn Reidy by Sebastian Marshall.
According to his blog post, his first book contract was for $65,000, and he proceeds to whine about publishing schedules and how hard he works at his day job and the lack of responsiveness of a long-established publisher to his insanely-manic and ignorant marketing schemes. Either this guy gets off by behaving like an utter jerk (not to mention clueless and abusive) in public or else he is seriously -- as he himself reveals in glorious detail -- mentally ill.
He says, You know Nietzsche wrote Zarathustra in only three sets of one day each of manic writing?
I’m cyclothymic too. Like Nieztsche and Byron and those guys. Albeit, much less talented; I’m just saying I got the same affliction.
What’s a cyclothymic? It appears that we feel emotions more strongly than other people, and cycle through them. I’m fucking awesome when I’m manic, I can rapidly invent, experiment, implement, advance science, build systems, recruit and hire people, and just massively do unhumanly large amounts of stuff. Cyclothymic mania is when the SPIRIT OF GOD is within you.
Most people wouldn’t get it. Couldn’t get it.
Anyways. It’s pretty fucking awesome when it’s going on. SPIRIT OF GOD WITHIN YOU. Imagine that, eh?
There’s just one problem.
I need to feed the mania to keep it going. If I can chain manic successes together, it grows and I can go through multiple year-long mania runs where I travel through 60+ countries, explore the world, do massive deals, get invited to stay in mansions and villas and go to top nightclubs and parties and whatever.
I am willing to entertain the possibility that the whole thing is a hoax, an object lesson in how not to treat one's writing career. In fact, I would be thrilled to hear that the whole thing is a joke.
But I wonder about the comments... they're the scary part.
"Let's Write A Book" pointed to this blogpost: An Open Letter to Simon and Schuester CEO Carolyn Reidy by Sebastian Marshall.
According to his blog post, his first book contract was for $65,000, and he proceeds to whine about publishing schedules and how hard he works at his day job and the lack of responsiveness of a long-established publisher to his insanely-manic and ignorant marketing schemes. Either this guy gets off by behaving like an utter jerk (not to mention clueless and abusive) in public or else he is seriously -- as he himself reveals in glorious detail -- mentally ill.
He says, You know Nietzsche wrote Zarathustra in only three sets of one day each of manic writing?
I’m cyclothymic too. Like Nieztsche and Byron and those guys. Albeit, much less talented; I’m just saying I got the same affliction.
What’s a cyclothymic? It appears that we feel emotions more strongly than other people, and cycle through them. I’m fucking awesome when I’m manic, I can rapidly invent, experiment, implement, advance science, build systems, recruit and hire people, and just massively do unhumanly large amounts of stuff. Cyclothymic mania is when the SPIRIT OF GOD is within you.
Most people wouldn’t get it. Couldn’t get it.
Anyways. It’s pretty fucking awesome when it’s going on. SPIRIT OF GOD WITHIN YOU. Imagine that, eh?
There’s just one problem.
I need to feed the mania to keep it going. If I can chain manic successes together, it grows and I can go through multiple year-long mania runs where I travel through 60+ countries, explore the world, do massive deals, get invited to stay in mansions and villas and go to top nightclubs and parties and whatever.
I am willing to entertain the possibility that the whole thing is a hoax, an object lesson in how not to treat one's writing career. In fact, I would be thrilled to hear that the whole thing is a joke.
But I wonder about the comments... they're the scary part.
