Agent Nathan Bransford is a nice guy and an excellent blogger.* But on Tuesday, Nathan posted a blog entry about how people who assume the "identity" of a writer are, in his words, on "a dangerous road." With all due respect to Nathan,** I just have to say this: BITE ME. Now, I understand that Nathan probably spends a great deal of his time dealing with the whackdoodles of the writing world. You know the ones--those women who introduce themselves at dinner parties by whipping out purple business cards with quill pens embossed on them and "AUTHOR" in big letters under the name. The tortured artist dude at the Starbucks*** who just happens to mention to the cashier that the book is going really well (or really horribly) every time he gets up to get his cheap refill. The guy who gets indignant at the open writer's group when someone suggests that having his science fiction novel set on the imaginary planet of Labia maybe isn't the greatest idea.
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