Now, when I say 'fearless crusade', what I actually mean is my less-than-courageous commitment to sit on my chair in my own home (where it's usually nice and quiet) and swear at the computer screen every time some arrogant asshole puts out a stream (or even a puddle) of 'I have all the answers, and this is what you're doing wrong in your life, about which, by the way, I can assume everything' bullshit wisdom.
Today's top example (I really want to say 'for example', but I can't because I just used the word 'example' and if I used it too often in one sentence, it might set a poor example...oh shit...) is this: "If your book is not selling, you're not selling it hard enough."
Well, my outrage gland - as you would probably expect - kicked in with an immediate and profound splutter-response (similar to a fight/flight). My devastating repost went thus: "Well!" I shouted at the screen, "What if my book is just a load of crap, instead?"
Satisfied that I had dealt their argument a shattering blow from which it could not recover, I made myself a reliable Brownian Motion generator (a cup of tea) and sat down on the settee, feeling smug.
But then I started thinking...