When you get down to it, that’s what he is irrelevant. Irrelevant to writing, to publishing, to anything having to do with creativity. He won’t even be obscure, as that would connotate some type of infamy. When Nikita goes to that POD in the sky, no one will remember him.
No one will weep, nor will anyone mourn his demise. The best he can hope for is someone saying, “Who?”
He’s demonstrated time and time again, that he is incapable of being a writer, publisher, or even a decent human being. and yet he thinks he actually has a career. He actualy thinks people take him seriously, that his “magazines” and “anthologies” are anything more than basketweaving to keep the mentally ill occupied.
it also cut my authors deep too.
Are these the same authors you haven’t paid? Or the ones you tru to screw out of thumbdrives in order to have them submit to your self published crap throwing?
I am keeping my hostility off lulu.com because it is not worth losing my account over.
Yes, something to be proud of, there. God knows, self publishing is the only way to get your incoherent ramblings published.
The fact is Nikita, no one will ever care about, let alone buy, all the awful crap you put out. That’s evidenced by your last “signing” when you couldn’t even give anything away.
Now, if you spent more time actually learning how to write, taking your meds, and being a good boy, not to mention stop being a douche bag, maybe you could get something sold. I doubt it, because teaching you how to write is like teaching a pig to sing, but hey stranger things have happened.
It doesn’t matter though, Nikita. no matter what you say or do, you will never be relevant, read, or respected. you will however always be retarded.