My friggin’ god, can’t he do this in something like 200 words, or less?
He’s uncensored. There’s not a whole lot else to say about it.
August 19, 2015 by Rusty
My friggin’ god, can’t he do this in something like 200 words, or less?
He’s uncensored. There’s not a whole lot else to say about it.
of course not! he prides himself on his large word count to make up for his small penis since he can’t get a big gun or a fancy sports car like real men do!
The best test of communication skills is how well an eight year old understands what someone is trying to say. If the kid doesn’t “get it” pretty quickly, adding more words won’t help.
No sexual content/homosexual content = uncensored?
I’m still wondering why he’s complaining about being uncensored. He used to be such a champion of 1A rights.
That’s well over 2,900 words to say talking dirty makes him feel as badass as a six-year yard ape discovering the shock value of wirty derds, and to lose the point of the thread about the submissions call in all that clutter.
So Tabetha Jones’ “roster” for Sinister Souls would not agree to work with Nickolaus Pacione on submissions to the project. Burned by the frying pan, they refused to leap in the fire? Good for them.
I hope this whole Tabolaus/Nicketha match-up has opened eyes everywhere at last and insured the demise of Jones and Pacione in the indie small press world.
Is that a roundabout way of saying city slickers are stupid enough to let him abuse their work more than once?
I have a theory. Urban authors are generally more self assured in their own worth, and will submit to any open market on autopilot hoping for a pay check. Most small town writers want to be published and show their friends and family: look what I did. The STW is more likely to be shamed by the end product of a Pacione acceptance. (The sad part is when they are so humiliated they give up, like Marc Zyth.)
I didn’t get much farther than the misplaced apostrophe in “style’s”… but did see where Nikita talks to folks wanting to contribute to his anthology. Then belly laughs overtook me. Anybody interested in working with him? That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen all day.
Does Tabetha still have a roster? Well, she has got a couple new authors (with a pulse) under yet anoter new company name, who I’m sure have no idea of her history. And aren’t likely to, since she’s not using her own name. Not until they finally get a whiff of a certain informative blog.
This is an unfolding story. More, as I get proof.
Does he even know how to form a complete sentence?!?!?!? What am I thinking? Of course, he doesn’t.
Uncensored, insensate, but never unscented.
Also, “swears OK but no gay stuff” doesn’t make him John Peter Zenger.
The use of strong language in literature in Christians is only been around since 1997
has anyone really ever been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
What day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time;
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. . . .
With that in mind, given Nick is quite witless and his writing lacks soul, brevity is impossible for him.
Good old Polonius, never one to use three words when ten will suffice. 🙂
Am I the only one tempted to submit a totally filthy gay orgy-laden piece, just to see him foam at the mouth?
How about a piece that starts off normally enough and continues that way for a few pages, just long enough for him to think it’s legit? As the erotic content in The Headlights by Christopher Frost in The Ethereal Gazette #10 proves, Nicky doesn’t read the stories he publishes either out of laziness or his inability to concentrate on anything for very long. He probably just reads the first couple of pages, skips through to the end and doesn’t look at it again. It would be hilarious to sandwich a gay orgy in between the beginning and end of a standad horror story. Just imagine if he published it then spent weeks crowing about it online until someone let him in on the joke. As sole editor he would have no exuses and no way to place the blame on someone else. It would be the final nail in his coffin and the ultimate proof that he is not a real editor.
He doesn’t look at any of the stories he publishes because the sole purpose of the anthologies he publishes are as a vehicle for his own work. If he could concentrate long enough to write many stories, I’m sure he’d be publishing nothing but anthologies of his own work at this point, but he’s a slow writer as well as a bad one, and, really, he has nothing to write about anymore. He can’t even make anything up. So novels, or even novellas or novelettes, are out of the question.