A few years ago, I was one of the followers. I so wanted to have this person as an agent. I figured as high-powered as they were, they'd be good for my career. And I took their meanness as frankness - which I appreciate. After numerous rejections, I still tried. Then one day, I decided to friend them on Twitter - cuz, hey, that's what writer folk do. They didn't accept my friend request. Not only that, they blocked me. Which confused the hell out of me, because I am really not block-worthy. Unless you're a certain kind of person who likes to spout rules but makes sure they apply to everyone except themselves. Then I could be block-worthy* :shrug:
So, I didn't bother bothering this person anymore. I mean, it was clear that any query I sent them would be rejected anyway. "Oh, it's that B.E. Sanderson person again. Auto-reject." Oh well. We had a sufficiently large chasm between our general philosophies of life, we wouldn't have worked well together anyway. And still, I followed their blog because every rare once in a while - amidst the
At some point there's a watershed moment. That moment when you can run one way or you can run the other. When the scales are overbalanced to such a degree that you have to notice the benefits are outmatched by the bullshit. No matter how many tiny kernels of data they may hide amongst the crap, they will never be worth putting up with the digging.
And you realize that all they're ever gonna be is mean. So screw them. And pretty much screw the people who follow them, too, because the comment chain is more and more like a gathering of the International Association of Mean Teenaged Girls all the time. What are we, folks, thirteen? Let's all point and laugh in sync, shall we?
Oh, and in case you don't know where the post title comes from, watch this.
*block-worthy should totally be a word.