You know, I got into a long rant there. I then realized I'm growing neither coherent nor satisfied with what I'm doing at 2AM, when I wrote this. I retain my opinion: his arguments are mostly crap - except that copyright one, which deserves discussion and exploration. He's a cranky old man with a case of "It's a long-time scar, so it must be bad". I don't want George Martin anywhere near my works, no matter how small or insignificant they are, because I don't want to hear that what I do as a writer is unimaginative. He can think whatever he wants, as long as he keeps it to himself. Exposed to air... some things corrode and rust over, and I don't like that smell. And fuck, man, I don't want to end up as cranky when I grow old. If I knew I would, I'd rather shoot myself right now, 'cause that would be a disgrace to a capable, creative mind.