Dear John,

Born in Turlock, California in 1964, Richard Paolinelli began his writing career as a freelance writer in 1984 in Odessa, TX and gained his first fiction credit serving as the lead writer for the first two issues of the Elite Comics sci-fi/fantasy series, Seadragon.

You’ve had a rough week this week, even for you, and I think I may have figured out why you are lashing out at others and inciting what few non-Tor employee relatives that still buy your books to attack other writers who’ve done nothing to harm you.

You shouldn’t be this bitter, Mr. Scalzi. You’ve won an award or two, just landed a seven-figure, multi-book publishing contract and have a family. Yet, despite this success you often sound angry, sometimes even deranged and pull stunts like this one:


I mean, what exactly were you thinking when you slapped on that blue lipstick anyway? About the only apparent point anyone could take away from this is that you are an idiot.

Recently, you’ve set your minions on other writers. Even I have been targeted when I didn’t even invoke your name or even try to throw shade in your direction. Yet, somehow, your minions, at your behest it seems, decided that I was a jealous contemporary of yours.

Um, no, John. Not even close. Because when I compare your writing career of 22 years to mine of 33 years, there is nothing about your career to be jealous of. Your brief (8 years) newspaper career was insignificant – opinion columns and movie reviews – and any writer with any self-respect would never have gone to work for AOL. By comparison, my 26-year newspaper career spanned hard news and sports news and I rose to the level of editor at the second-largest newspaper publishing company in the U.S. Along the way I collected several awards. I see none for you during your eight years.

And yes, you got started in fiction writing before I did – primarily because I was still enjoying great success in newspapers while you needed to find somewhere