Let me Introduce you to TOYS by James Patterson and the actual author, Neil McMahon. If you’re a struggling writer who thinks their manuscript is just not good enough to ever be published, I encourage you to go to your local used bookstore or Goodwill and just randomly open a page to this steaming pile of words.
It wants to be hot shit on a silver platter. It’s actually a cold turd on a paper plate. It wants to be a futuristic James Bond, but it can’t even manage to be Bill Cosby’s Leonard, Part Six
Just open a random page, read a couple of paragraphs, and be inspired that some asshole wrote it, some asshole edited it, and some asshole published it.
Let me Introduce you to TOYS by James Patterson and the actual author, Neil McMahon. If you’re a struggling writer who thinks their manuscript is just not good enough to ever be published, I encourage you to go to your local used bookstore or Goodwill and just randomly open a page to this steaming pile of words.
It wants to be hot shit on a silver platter. It’s actually a cold turd on a paper plate. It wants to be a futuristic James Bond, but it can’t even manage to be Bill Cosby’s Leonard, Part Six
Just open a random page, read a couple of paragraphs, and be inspired that some asshole wrote it, some asshole edited it, and some asshole published it.
It is just god-awful. I love it so much.