George RR Martin, please write, and write faster you’re not going to get any younger, you know Winter is coming, I’m growing impatient and you’ve still got two more damn books left to go. So write, George, write like the wind.
I curse the day that my friend ever loaned me An old dog-eared paperback called Game of Thrones How could I know that this seed would grow into an addiction that held me right down to my bones
Now, five books later, I lurk with the masses indignant, entitled and waiting for more that the great bearded glacier has finally published 900 more pages of crack for the nerds. But why’s every verse of your song keep taking you so goddamn long?
George RR Martin, please write, and write faster Please give us boiled leather and sigils and steel we need our allotment of incest and intrigue and six page descriptions of every last meal So write, George, write like the Wind!
Lewis took 5 years to chronicle Narnia Tolkien had 12 years and Rowling took 10 Lucas spent nearly 3 decades on Star Wars and we all know how that one turned out in the end
you’re not our bitch and you’re not a machine and we don’t need to dictate how you spend your days but please bear in mind, in the time that you had, William Shakespeare churned out 35 frigging plays and if you keep writing so slow you’ll hold up the HBO show
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George RR Martin, please write and write faster cause we won’t stop whining until we’re appeased crank out the chapters, and, George, while you’re at it, stop killing our favorite characters, please And write, George, write like the wind
George RR Martin, please write and write faster before you are dead, George, please write like the wind.