Bilious

[louiselux]

Has anyone else ever had the overwhelmingly strong urge to send a reply to a fic published on list, that says: 'Your story was beyond shit. I was torn between bouts of laughter and cringing because it was so bad. I hated it with a passion. What were you thinking when you wrote it? Yours, appalled of Tunbridge Wells.'

Humpf. Sorry. Had to get that out of my system after a persusal of today's list mail. I would never really write something so uncharitable to a person, but sometimes, well, sometimes I want to. There!

It's not helped by my feeling like I've eaten Satan's breakfast, dinner and tea for the last week. I am a martyr to my bowels.

Comments

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

I usually don't get far enough into bad fiction anymore to have a really good 'this is total crap!' reaction; the fascination of bad fiction has worn thin for me, but I empathize with the desire to speak plainly and call a poorly written nightmare something a hair more colorful than that.

I also empathize with having eaten at satan's table for the past week. Hope you feel better soon.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *g* I am on the rice cakes and water fun diet today, and it seems to be working.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Good, I'm glad that it's a bit better. I am on the turkey sandwich diet at the moment, so big hugs from me.