For those of you following the ongoing debate in places like this and this, I have a little note of my own to add. Believe it or not, people occasionally ask me to critique their novels. Obviously they haven’t read any of my fiction. But just in case you are thinking of doing so, here’s my position:
Asking me for help in writing a novel is like asking Jeremy Clarkson for advice on how to engineer a better transmission system.
Got that? Good, thank you. 🙂
I’ve never watched Top Gear (oh wait, I lie, I think I did watch the Toyota truck episode) but with the amount of snark I’ve heard it get between Robert Llewellyn . . . and now you, I’ve actually heard more about him than from him. hee hee.
Heh, I see it now “Jeremy Clarkson denounces the great Welsh conspiracy” *snerk*
Well, I do watch Top Gear, which means this post has inevitably led to a mental image involving Cheryl, a manuscript, and a very large hammer.
I know this is going to sound rather clueless of me, but who the hell is Jeremy Clarkson?
PurpleRanger:
You are truly a fortunate person. Try to stay that way.
PurpleRanger, all you need to understand this post is that Clarkson is a world-class idiot.