So it’s 2012.
About two weeks ago, I finally caught a piece of the namesake movie. I managed to watch around fourteen minutes beginning with the race to the airplane, continuing with the harrowing escape dodging falling skyscrapers and yawning cracks opening in the earth, and ending at the point where John Cusack is racing away from where Woody Harrelson was just FUBAR’d by Mother Nature and does a Kick Buttowski over a trench with the already falling apart RV. Um, yeaaah…
Who wrote this foolishness? Better yet, who ENJOYED this foolishness?? Maybe I just came in at a bad moment. Maybe I missed the hook. Maybe I should have read the reviews before I wasted fourteen minutes of my life watching any of it! Maybe I could churn out a piece of crap screenplay and have a major movie house spend $200 million dollars producing it!
Not likely. Would sacrificing my literary soul be worth being forever scarlet lettered by a piece of work that made money but was piece of artistic crap, packaged all glossy to distract you from its lack of credible content?
I would rather listen to Jessica Simpson sing Christmas carols all year long. 
So… I will keep on keeping on, trudging through my manuscript until I have it right. Until I have a piece of work that I, in my heart of hearts, believe is reader-worthy. I owe that to my potential audience in the same way I feel that my favorite author owes it to me, to continue to produce quality stories that hold my interest and fan my imaginative fires.
And while I’m at it, I need to write to DirecTV and tell them to stop wasting my subscriber dollars by airing that foolishness over and over…
