Nick Pacione had the ill-advised notion to start a verbal war with my daughter. Somehow, he’s got it in his itty bitty brain that I’m in on the conspiracy to get his books yanked – as if his own lack of talent and abrasive demeanor aren’t taking care of that for him. The guy’s on a rapid decline, devolving quickly. I can only guess that he’s off his meds, careening head-first into a psychotic break.
Whatever the reason, he thought it would be a good idea to harass my daughter to lash out at me. I guess he’s never been accused of being too smart, has he?
My mama-bear instincts bristle at the thought of this lunatic even thinking of my daughter, let alone contacting her. But I needn’t have worried. Thea handled him easily.With skill and grace, she razes him to ground level, refusing to engage him on his level. Truth is, he never stood a chance. Not only is Nikita lacking the spelling or grammar skills to compete with Thea, but he doesn’t have a fraction of the wit he’d need to back it up.
Funny thing is, I couldn’t care less what he does. He’s only on my radar because he got involved with the second worst publisher in the world. Are those two still hooked up, anyway? Either way, Nicky-poo has only himself to thank for getting himself thrown off of just about every site he frequents – including publishing sites like Lulu. His profane lunacy spills forth as he attacks people, and he should apologize to the world for his disjointed “writing.” It’s as illiterate as he is insane.
Watch out for this guy. Not because he posts any threat – he doesn’t. But because he’s nuttier than a fruit-basket. If you’re a writer, that’s not what you want associated with your name. My advice: steer clear.