ZZzzzzzzzz....

Lydia Joyce and her IQ of ten squillion sure gets around. She’s veering dangerously close to going on my wall of shame.

Not because she called readers dumb, I’m not really arsed about that, because it’s not the first time by an author, and I’m sure it wont be the last, but have you seen how freaking long her comments are?

Bitch, please, you gotta shorten those comments up. I simply don’t have the time to read anything so effing long-winded, also the big words really confuse me.

I bet I could reduce her comments at Dear Author to just a couple of sentences, let me try:

Woe is me, nobody understands a frickin word I write because I’m just too clever for the average reader, what with my twenty-syllable words and all. Don’t hate me for being fantastically fabulous, and smarter than y'all.

See, easy peezy, lemon squeezy.

Now, repeat after me, 'brevity is my friend, brevity is my friend, brevity is my friend.....'