tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351153564570443818.post4505069488762788723..comments2023-10-28T03:54:39.554-07:00Comments on More Novel Writings: To Snark, or not to Snark . . .justJoanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10377292351547511489noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351153564570443818.post-90917362063460435372006-04-27T15:58:00.000-07:002006-04-27T15:58:00.000-07:00I am a Snarkling, but I feel really sorry for this...I am a Snarkling, but I feel really sorry for this writer. I'm glad I didn't have time to participate in the carnage, because I would feel guilty now if I had. On her website it shows she's an elderly lady. I think a lot of people didn't quite realize that she is an actual *clueless* person, and just took this as another writing challenge from MS like the Bat Segundo/terrapin contest. I bet that MS actually feels a bit bad about it all.Lizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03450851721183612892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5351153564570443818.post-31324466558771659772006-05-04T06:37:00.000-07:002006-05-04T06:37:00.000-07:00I love Miss Snark precisely because of her honesty...I love Miss Snark precisely because of her honesty. Writing is about communication, and if we're not communicating who will really tell us? Our friends? Nope. Mom? Not a chance, though she might want to encourage writing if she thinks it will get us husbands. <br><br>Miss Snark? Thank heavens for the Miss Snarks of the world. How else are we to ever learn a thing about writing?<br><br>Here is the comment I left on Miss Snark's Roth post, and I feel as strongly about it now as I did then:<br><br><i>"So is this the blogosphere equivalent of a writer's workshop? I've been told to save my self-esteem and avoid writer's workshops. <br><br>It appears, then, as budding writers, we have two options: <br><br>1) Avoiding writer's workshops and the scourging of Miss Snark (not to mention her devotees), saving our self-esteem and never getting a contract for anything other than a regular gig mowing the neighbors lawn; or <br><br>2) Risking a battered, bruised and entirely abused self-esteem, learning a little something or two, and having a shot at a nice fat book contract, or even one fine sunny day...a real movie contract.<br><br>Call me silly...I'll take door number 2."</i>Elizabeth Kreckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122785972211597168noreply@blogger.com