Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter

And yet, he's somehow on chapter 13.
Didn't he recently brag that he increased his pages per chapter?
I don't remember what he recently said his current wordcount was, but given standard manuscript format you get around 300-350 words per page, so I would generously estimate that he's around 25.000 words in. Maybe a third of what a full length novel would be.
How many years has he been writing in this? What's his wordcount per week? It's gonna be a long while until he finishes it at this pace, and that's even if he had a consistent pace.
 
The unrelenting shitlibism of Patrick and most of his SF/F buddies is deeply fascinating to me.
In the great progressive caste system these people are all on the lowest rung of the ladder, even if they're into thingggsss like touching children or having stuff shoved up their asses. One wrong word and it's eternal condemnation, the only people even lower are a) white right-wingers and b) traitor POC/LGBT people.

And unlike elite libs they can't even leverage their position into sinecures for their children or some form of rent seeking, instead their only "value" is making sure their niche is getting taken over by seething trannies and resentful swarthoids whose books sell as well as shrink wrapped biohazardous waste.

Just look at Fatrick, according to his own ideology he shouldn't own guns, he shouldn't own his gas guzzling salvage title Rustang and sure as fuck shouldn't have gotten a book deal in the first place as a pale stale white male.
Now to be fair, Pat definitely doesn't have thin privilege, so he's a step above many white men.
Modern humans could never keep up with such a logistical nightmare. They couldn't even handle dealing with the sniffles back in 2020-21 and still ship things on time.
Well, China imports food from like 25 different countries, enough to feed hundreds of millions of people. Asimov's view of Trantor is kind of dated BTW since he came from the era it was assumed that if nuclear war didn't destroy us first, we'd end up with some insane famine so the merciful option was Club of Rome-style population control. Earth's present day population would've been unthinkable in his era.

These are not questions an obese hack like Fat Rick considers when writing, since "food supply" and "Africa" are synonymous to him.
 
Now to be fair, Pat definitely doesn't have thin privilege, so he's a step above many white men.

Well, China imports food from like 25 different countries, enough to feed hundreds of millions of people. Asimov's view of Trantor is kind of dated BTW since he came from the era it was assumed that if nuclear war didn't destroy us first, we'd end up with some insane famine so the merciful option was Club of Rome-style population control. Earth's present day population would've been unthinkable in his era.

These are not questions an obese hack like Fat Rick considers when writing, since "food supply" and "Africa" are synonymous to him.
Well to him, Africa is just one large smoker.
 
Unless I’m mistaken, they’re for blurbs and reviews. Technically, selling them is illegal.

Being buddies with pedos is bad enough.
It is NOT illegal to sell them. At worst, if you are contracted with the publishing house, you may be in violation of contract by selling them, but they are not "contraband" or such. Just like finding books sold without a cover, the person selling them (originally/maybe) is committing fraud against the publishing company.

People like to put lots of scary words over it, but basically you're never going to be arrested for purchasing a book at a bookstore (unless it is photographic CP, apparently written CP is entirely legal and fine, probably produced by Fat).
 
Important Gymrat Pat update:

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Can't wait for his next selfie.
 
Can't wait for his next selfie.
This is one of the few things he's ever actually stopped doing online, so it makes me thing the gym may have asked him to stop. Was anything ever discovered about why he quit posting them?

I do wish he'd post more though. My favorite part is how every other pic is at least a half of a person's body meant to show the aftermath of a good workout, and all of fat's are just his fat stupid face and nothing more. No flexed arms, no sweaty t shirts, no evidence of physical exertion at all. Just a big fat face with lips that are too small for its mouth.
 
Is it formatted correctly, though? Shouldn't the chapter headings be centered?
Good spot i was so impressed with him double spacing shit and using a good font I missed the obvious faults, its utterly embarrassing that a writer with 3 books published by a real still fails at basic draft formating.
 
So I was checking out Pat's blog, and found a short story from 2013 I had never seen before. It's called Unerring, and it's a first person narrative from the perspective of an anthropomorphized arrow being let loose during what seems like a medieval battle.
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Kinda of a weird idea, but ok. If written in a competent way, the initial concept could end up being pretty interesting, who knows.

Now I usually believe in separating the author from the narrator... But can someone please tell me why does Pat write this shit like a fucking gay porno where he's getting vigorously buttfucked into oblivion and enjoying every second of it?
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What a faggot Jesus Christ, Pat.

 

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Imagine being the cop who has to take calls from this fatass, and he's asked what crime has been committed, and he says they sent him a picture of a wookie and pretended to be his liver and said "meep meep" at him and this is totally a gigantic felony on the level of murder.
Late I know, but I feel like I have to say this. What's happening with Fatrick is not telephone harassment. He keeps having a conversation. Constantly replying to literally everyone who messages you constitutes harassment nowhere, ever.
 
Okay, this book is in its third year of gestation and it's nowhere near being delivered and sold. It's not even at a rough draft stage. This is not a minimum viable product, much less a finished, saleable work. No real author would promise it as a deliverable and no real publisher would credit it.
 
It is NOT illegal to sell them. At worst, if you are contracted with the publishing house, you may be in violation of contract by selling them, but they are not "contraband" or such.
Unless you have a specific contract saying you can't, you usually can. It's really common to get a few boxes of promotional copies that you can do whatever you want with, although you might be limited to some purpose like selling them and signing them at conventions. You might also be contracted to do some of your own promotion, like a bookstore tour, and generally the bookstore sells the books then.
 
Unless you have a specific contract saying you can't, you usually can. It's really common to get a few boxes of promotional copies that you can do whatever you want with, although you might be limited to some purpose like selling them and signing them at conventions. You might also be contracted to do some of your own promotion, like a bookstore tour, and generally the bookstore sells the books then.
Yeah the contracts are to try to prevent bookstores from not ordering copies and just selling freebies. The book industry has been a fuck ever since printing became so cheap as to be immaterial in the total cost of a book.

I have a preprint review copy somewhere of a tech book - it’s pretty cool 😎
 
So I was checking out Pat's blog, and found a short story from 2013 I had never seen before. It's called Unerring, and it's a first person narrative from the perspective of an anthropomorphized arrow being let loose during what seems like a medieval battle.
An excerpt from Pat's thrilling follow up short story, 'Bowcurious':

"UwU," exclaimed the bow as he felt the arrow's firm shaft press up against his slender frame. "What's dis?"
 
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