Acting is easier – writing is more creative. The lazy man vies with the industrious. ~ William Shatner
Here’s the thing. I don’t have a post for you today, because I’m busy with my play (which opens tomorrow — holy crap balls!) and because I spent myself with all the zombies. But I’ve been enjoying this series of posts from Speaker7 so insanely much that I felt the need to share it with all of you. If you’ve ever read/thought about reading/wondered what the hell is Fifty Shades of Grey, or if you’re just looking for something that will make you snarf your coffee and thus clean out your sinuses, this is for you! Enjoy!
I just read the first 50 pages of 50 Shades of Grey and I’m blushing furiously. Crap! Get it together Speaker7 my subconscious sneers at me like a frothing jackal hopped up on bath salts. I slap it brutally and continue with this sentence.
There. I feel better getting that out.
Now I know a lot of people have read this book–more than 25 I think–and have spanked themselves with a lint brush while doing so (my friend, not me), but maybe you, dear reader, have not had the
nonpleasure of immersing yourself in the lives of Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey.
This is why I’m here so you don’t have to suffer. It’s really, really poorly written, almost as if it was translated from Chinese into English by a 13-year-old girl who does not understand Chinese or English. There is an 85% chance I will not…
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