Is It Wrong...

...that I followed a link through the lovely ntamara's journal to a page which contained this:

Being mediocre is normal. It's where you start before you pick your path, hone your skills, and become either truly wonderful or friggin' gawdawful.

But the quest for good fiction is not the only way. There is ... another path. A dark path. And it is a path rich in tradition and esteemed by many. It is the Path of Suckitude.

Not all bad fiction is Suckitudinous. Some of it is simply bad -- written by people who are completely tone-deaf to the language, blind to character and motivation, and incompetent with conflict.

Unlike bad fiction, Suckitudinous Fiction takes a dedication to the fine art of sucking that, if pursued with sufficiently rabid fanaticism, can win Pulitzers. (Yes, I think an inordinate number of recent Pulitzer-prize-winning novels suck. Hugely.)

If your grand fantasy is to suck like a Pulitzer winner, you have to be competent with the English language. You have to have a big vocabulary or a good thesaurus. It wouldn't hurt to have a graduate degree from an Ivy League college. But above all of those, you have to follow the Thirteen Sacred Commandments of Suckitudinous Fiction.

...and immediately descended into a fit of gleeful laughter because I can't stop pointing at my screen and saying Smarm! Smarm! Smarm! Smarm!?

That will be all.