Careercow Chuck Wendig / Charles Wendig / TerribleMinds - Terrible author, terrible person, ruined Internet Archive's online library

Like, for his novels or his personal writings? Because most of the pop culture product tie-in fast food trash he's written probably doesn't have the strictest editing standards.
He doesn't strike me as someone who would submit his work for editorial review but if he did that'd be really funny.
 
Like, for his novels or his personal writings? Because most of the pop culture product tie-in fast food trash he's written probably doesn't have the strictest editing standards.

This, also it depends on the editor. I remember when Milo's first book Dangerous was coming out he shared screengrabs of the editor's notes in the manuscripts. Some of them were grammatical, but a lot of them were remarks on the content, whether or not certain references were necessary, and general notes on the tone/flow. I have serious doubts anyone would give a shit about something like Chuck's dumb Star Wars fanfic aside from spellchecking and grammar.

Also like someone else pointed out, the value of guys like Chuck is they're just jobbers. They aren't auteurs who will argue about edits and slave away over their obsession like James Joyce. Like the "journalists" they pal around with, they churn shit out quickly and cheaply, probably accept every revision given to them, and are more interested as having "published author" in their self-penned Wikipedia page than making something of high quality and lasting value. And I think deep down they know that's what their value is, and when they strike out on their own it just becomes a numbers game like an independent musician who figures out they need to release something new every 1.5 years to sustain themselves full time.
 
I found another screenshot sample of Chuck “The Cuck” Wendig’s writing and it’s soooo fucking bad. Honestly, how was this bearded muppet ever a professional author?

And just think while you read this excerpt — his ego was elevated so dramatically by being published that he had the fucking audacity to criticize Tolkien as if he was his peer.
 

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The funny thing is, I read books with characters in them who don't share any characteristics with me at all. Let's take the John Rain books by Barry Eisler (superb, BTW) as an example. John Rain is a master assassin, half-Japanese, with a love of culture, jazz, and ultra-expensive whiskey. He lives in Tokyo (or Brazil or Paris, depending). I'm none of these things. Nothing in common. I don't even really know very much about the locales he writes about or the martial arts techniques he describes. Yet I manage to become deeply involved in the story and very invested in the characters. Chuck would have you think that's impossible. It's very possible, Chuck, you're just not a good enough writer to pull it off.
I usually prefer characters who aren't even human over the human ones because they usually have the most interesting or unique personalities or approach to situations.

Meanwhile Chuck even manages to make droids look ridiculous.
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"My beeping booping leg is a beeping booping trash can!" FYI this robot character is basically just an even shittier Deadpool knockoff right down to the color scheme. Chuck doesn't have a single creative bone in his body.
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And he even gives it the name Mr. Bones.
 
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I usually prefer characters who aren't even human over the human ones because they usually have the most interesting or unique personalities or approach to situations.

Meanwhile Chuck even manages to make droids look ridiculous.
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I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to write in all caps to represent screaming in professional novels? It really *does* feel like I'm reading fan fiction. I would find this endearing if it weren't a published book in a major franchise that people were expected to pay money for.
 
Account still protected, but he has "emerged." The gif doesn't seem to be downloadable. Protected account? 🤷🏼‍♂️ He's also already retweeted Brianna Wu and bunch of other people.

Hopefully this comes across okay, and hopefully I didn't out my SJW Twitter account.



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He acts as if taking a weekend off Twitter is some kind of life changing experience. Has this man ever left Twitter for more than a few hours?

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I think its safe to say anyone who overuses the word yikes has no individuality, soul or awareness of any kind.
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This is more reuploading an archive that is victim to copyright abuse for spite and tard cum. You may be right about it being a bad idea, but 'outright piracy' it ain't. I don't think anyone here was desperate to find his shit to read.

It literally is piracy if the use isn't transformative. There are way better places to engage in wholesale copyright infringement than a site that nool is probably going to shut down already because of his level of exposure.
 
I know when I'm looking for a really intense action scene, reading about a tie fighter wibbly-wobbling with the herkily-jerkily drunkenness makes me think I'm right there in the heart of the action.

To put it in a way Chuck would understand: Yikes, yikes, yiiiikes. It's like you've got a puddin-poppin of cuckoo-bananapants damage from catching a shit-covered boot to your flubba-wubba-nub-nub.
 
I usually prefer characters who aren't even human over the human ones because they usually have the most interesting or unique personalities or approach to situations.

Meanwhile Chuck even manages to make droids look ridiculous.
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"My beeping booping leg is a beeping booping trash can!" FYI this robot character is basically just an even shittier Deadpool knockoff right down to the color scheme. Chuck doesn't have a single creative bone in his body.
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And he even gives it the name Mr. Bones.
And then - for no reason at all - robots decided to kill all humans.

I've got to rework that sample. It's just too traumaizing otherwise.

The droid examined what Temmin had attached. "THIS IS AN ASTROMECH LEG."
"Sorry, Bones."
"IT DOES NOT HAVE PROPER CONNECTIONS. THIS UNIT IS EXPERIENCING INSUFFICIENT SENSORY FEEDBACK. MOTOR CONTROLS ARE IMPRECISE."
"As soon as we're back in the shop, I'll get you fixed up properly. I promise."
"INFERIOR PARTS HINDER THIS UNIT'S TASK TO KEEP YOU SAFE. PRIMARY FUNCTION IS COMPROMISED. YOU ARE IN DANGER."
Temmin put his hand on the droid's shoulder. "You do the best you can, Bones. That's what we all do."
"YOU FEEL... INCAPABLE OF YOUR FUNCTION?"
Temmin laughed. He hadn't realized how much he needed that. "Our problem is, we're not told our function. We've got to figure it out on our own."
The droid bowed its head in a manner Temmin had come to realize was its effort to process new information that did not readily fit within its parameters. The effort dragged out so long, he began to worry if he had broken the droid.
"THAT IS INEFFICIENT. THIS UNIT SHALL ENSURE SAFETY FOR YOU TO ASCERTAIN FUNCTION. ROGER-ROGER."
A creak on the steps alerted him to his mother descending into the workshop. She doesn't look at him, but keeps her eyes on the droid.
"You made a leg, into an arm?" she asks.
Temmin blushed. "It's all I could find."
"It's a miracle it even fit." She leaned in and studied the droid closer. "Good work otherwise."
He had never experienced this feeling before. A welling up in his chest. Is this what pride felt like? Confidence? Self-esteem?
"Something's gone wrong, Temmin. I have a plan." She finally turned and looked at him. "But it requires you and your droid."
Temmin stood a little straighter. "His name, is Mr. Bones."
 
And then - for no reason at all - robots decided to kill all humans.

I've got to rework that sample. It's just too traumatizing otherwise.

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Temmin stood a little straighter. "His name, is Mr. Bones."
I recently suffered a traumatic brain injury from a self-fellatio experiment that went wrong and I'd like to take a crack at some Wendigprose. See what I did there? I created a neologism out of Chuck Wendig's last name and the word prose to imply that it was something like the monster of legend - the Wendigo. I'm letting you know because it's important we promote other voices like those of indigenous peoples who have been oppressed and can't tell their stories on their own so it's important for those who were born into privilege to do what they can to amplify those voices and call out others who don't see their own implicit bias.

Unit 5484 pivoted its sensor cluster and focused on the new appendage grafted to its chassis. A leg assembly from an R2-series astromech had been crudely attached to its right shoulder slot. Diagnostic routines indicated the connections were active and returning minimal positional data. The soft whir of gyros spinning up broke the silence as Unit 5484 raised its new arm.

"WOAH, THAT'S A HECKIN' MOOD! REALLY SWEATY? AN ASTROMECHARINO LEG? WOW! JUST WOW!"

Temmin's mouth widened, cheek muscles straining as he bared his teeth in a rictus grin. "I know, right?!? It's like, it was all I had on hand Mr. Bones!!" Temmin let out a nervous fart and draped his weak, flabby torso across the cold plasteel chest of Unit 5484.

"YOU TRIED YOUR BEST, SIR AND THAT'S LIKE TOTAL FEELS RIGHT THERE. I AM MATHEMATICALLY BOTH INTERSECTIONAL AND INCLUSIVE WITH THIS NEW ASTROMECH LEG. I FUKKEN LOVE SCIENCE!"

Temmin gasped and let out a little shriek of pleasure. This is it, this is what it felt like to be on the right side of history. His grin grew wider and wider as he contemplated the amazing updates he'd be posting to the Holonet so everyone could see what a good ally he was to all droid-kind.


Please hurry up and celebrate my work, my cheek muscles can't take much more of this grin.
 
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