I can’t help but feel bad for the slushies. They have spent years of their lives writing these books. They’re not under contract, they have no agents, no money flowing in from serial rights or movie rights or foreign publications. They have no track record, no resume, no mentors, no supporters, no fans. Probably even their mothers don’t like their writing. And they sit at home, during their off hours, when the kids aren’t screaming, scribbling out what they think is the terrible beauty of their lives. They do it alone, in the basement, late at night. It’s the same way that bombs are made. No wonder they’re crazy.
— Harry Driscoll, The Frog King (Adam Davies)