If you continue to give fake reviews in return for fake reviews, eventually the only way to spot a good book will be because it has no reviews.

I wrote a terrible book when I was starting out, and gave it to someone, and they said it was terrible and laughed in my face. That’s how it should be.

I shouldn’t have killed that person afterwards, but I served my time.

I’d be lying if I said this didn’t ramble a bit (though who am I to criticise for that?), and some of the metaphors are overdone, as much as I like ducks, but this, on the self-pubbed writer circle jerk is well worth reading overall.