So: to recap. Writers can’t write anything because they keep looking at the internet, which, as it does with everyone, is making them stupid. If they do write something, no-one wants to read it. If someone does want to read it, they can’t, because the internet has permanently disabled the part of their brain that enables them to concentrate on any text longer than a tweet. And even if they can concentrate, it’s meaningless because they don’t really care anyway. And even if they do care, they’re not paying enough money for the privilege of reading the thing they don’t want to read or can’t read or think they can read but actually don’t understand so what’s the point? We’re doomed.
Or how about this–if you want to write, write. If you’d rather just have had something published, maybe don’t. Maybe you will make money, but probably not. All better?
The number of kids reading ebooks has nearly doubled since 2010.
Hard to spin that.
There is a difference between “celebrity novelists,” when the books are merely products extending their brands, and “celebrities who write novels,” some of whom are as good as anyone out there — which is sort of annoying to admit, actually.
That IS annoying.