42 – The answer and a challenge
I have been quiet until this point less from respect than the silence of malice. I reject this blog. This tedious and hackneyed vanity. What foolishness persuaded you that this scheme would do any more than annoy your friends and supply you with more excuses to avoid submitting the sorry crap you produce to any real publishers? The past 41 entries in this diabolical treatise have shown moments of amusement, buried deep amongst lines of predictable babble and overly wordy, repetitive drivel. Your descent into patterns of over trod garbage infuriates me beyond belief, leaving me more than a little bemused. I realise you labour in some deluded hope of redemption and laugh at the sure knowledge in a 1000 years the pulp from Jordan’s 12 volume autobiography will be worshiped as of greater literary merit than anything you are capable of producing in your pathetic lifetime.
So, prepare for the final indignity. I have taken the liberty of assuming full editorial control of the final phase of this project. You shall write the last 10 rejections under conditions entirely beyond your control. Those who read this, please inflict by twitter, facebook or comment direct the exact specification for this author’s hell. Each week he will attempt to satisfy your whims through a requested rejection, tailored to your desire. It is clear he lacks his own inspiration, so provide it him with a little kick. Maybe he’ll rise to the challenge, but I suspect not and think that by the first week of January he will bother you no more. I will complete the damnation in the 53rd week ending this charade for good.