Mine get in the way, especially with my scaffolding on (I won't be seen by anybody without it, either).
Pretendy serious story - Anne Rice (who?)
Direct memory - Douglas Adams (I've actually heard of him)
My favourite story - Dan Brown (dammit)
Instructional story - James Joyce (heard of him, never read anything by him)
The one serious one I did - Anne Rice (yep, still nothing...)
Attempt to deliver something Lush readers might like - Anne Rice (I'm going to have to Google her)
Attempt to explore my sex story comfort zone - Chuck Palahniuk (who?)
Attempt to write about stuff I like with a gorgeous bloke in it - Edgar Allan Poe (but there were only gulls in it)
This is horribly addictive. And I still haven't done all my stories or started on my poetry yet.
What I would like to know is, if these people are famous, are they rich, and if so, can I be rich too, please?
Okay, Anne Rice and Chuck Palahniuk, I'm going to find out who the fudge you are, and why you're nicking my style (unless that's a bad thing, in which case, why are you contaminating me with your style?)...
All my mates post stuff on my wall that they know I will love or laugh at. I'm rubbish at getting round to other people's walls, but when I do, it's always something that I think they will like or laugh at too.
50 Shades of Incompetance.
I wouldn't be jealous. I'd be worried. But I'd never tell him or show him that.