Oh, Look! A Comment That Motivates Me

So I dragged myself downstairs to check my email this morning, and found a new comment on a post that I wrote over a year ago.

Here is the comment:

Little miss white trash, stop over analyzing everything. If you don't like the book, you don't have to waist hours of your "life" criticizing good literature. Have you written an award winning novel? no? I didn't think so, you probably don't even know what a geisha is. I am of Japanese heritage and would like to award you with the title of inane wannabe who has to criticize other people's work to feel good about herself. Omedetou bakka~ you're now officially retarded. =D

Obviously this person thought far more of Memoirs Of A Geisha than I did.

I have to say that I sure am extra-driven to get at least one of my books finished. I hate to admit it, but there would be something so satisfying to respond to comments like this with "well, yes, I HAVE written an award-winning novel." How petty and small is that? Of course it's not as petty and small as calling someone a racist name in order to make your point.