"A blog is a sort of public diary where someone wrote down random thoughts, then other people for some odd reason enjoy reading them. Who the hell reads this nonsense?" So asked the author of a novel I just read.
Okay. He is a published writer, a much published author; you know the type: five-foot shelf of books with his name on the spines, NYT best-seller list again and again. Certainly entitles him to denigrate my scribbling. Well, not exactly. He has a right to express his opinion whether or not it is denigrating, whether or not he is an accomplished writer.
And thus it is that I ask, "Who the hell reads his drivel?" Obviously I do, or have done, anyway.
Thus it is that I am going to spill what I think. Some of these much-published authors very likely once wrote a book that received glowing critical acclaim, was touted to the skies by the press and the literati. The book then sold well enough to hit the best-seller list. His next effort may well have been trash, he having burned himself out in one blaze of glory. But the publisher needs the money. So they contract a host of ghost writers to churn out stuff on which they can stick his name and ballyhoo endlessly. Money! For the use of his name the "author" gets to sit on the beach in Paradise drinking daquiris whilst the spondoolicks roll in.
At least that is what I think.
(Based on zero evidence, as you might suspect, Isn't that the way the world works?)