Monday, November 23, 2009
Writing Status - I'm writing this blog, does that count?
Mood - Blech
Playing on ipod - A Different Kind of Christmas Card by Morten Harket
**Puts on flame retardant clothing and zips up**
Hopefully, this blog entry won't get me into hot water. I actually had a lengthy internal debate on the subject and ultimately decided what the hay?
So...I was reading up on my loops and came across Harlequin's decision to form a vanity press. My understanding is it's a scam and a way to take money from the unsuspecting. It's all well and good that writer's are sharing the knowlege and being proactive. I'm all about protecting the innocent.
My issue comes from something else entirely. A little character trait that is none too attractive.
It's something I've been scratching my head at since I received my first acceptance letter and started working the circuit. Bless my humble heart, I assumed all authors were created equal once they received that all important contract. Shock doesn't even begin to describe what I felt when I learned some people don't view you as squat until you can spout off a "name-brand" publisher that's accepted you.
Anon author: "You're published where?"
Me: "Insert Press Here."
Anon author: "That's nice."
Me: "Thanks, I'm hoping-"
Anon author: "You know what? I have tons of *insert chore here* to do. It was nice talking to you."
(Sadly, that is based off a convo I had once)
I'm aware that camaraderie exists with individual presses, but ultimately, aren't we all trying to live the dream? Is it necessary to split and divide (and heft our noses into the air) when we reach certain acclaim? I recently had a story accepted at one of my dream pubs, but you know what? Big whoop. Reading and writing are subjective. I've seen material offered by lesser known pubs that blow the "big-three" outta the water. It's all a matter of chance. You just never know.
Personally, I wouldn't go the vanity press route. I have ink cartridges, folders, and tons of shelf-space for the work I never intended to share. It was easy enough to print out my own. But you know what? If someone realizes what they are doing, and it makes them feel good to feel "published"... What's the harm?
I suppose, for me, I'm about building up those around me. Not tearing them down. It takes up too much energy to be hatin'. (Which is why I had the hubs take over all that e-piracy bologna) The industry is tough, and I think time would be better vested in spreading encouragement versus engaging in high schoolesk drama to make ourselves feel better about...well...ourselves.
I don't care where another author is published. If they write something that rocks my socks, I'm going to be fan. I don't care if it's a place like FictionPress or some fanfic. And unless someone is raking in a lucrative advance for their work, I don't they really have the right to put on airs either.
Guess what, Dorothy. Oxygen is free, which means we all have the right to a big, heaping lungful. Be careful if you take that broom out for a spin. I hear the witch isn't dead at all but is now appearing in some musical called Wicked, and the lolli-pop guild has her back.
Does anyone else know what I'm talking about? If not, just excuse the quasi-rant. I'm running on fumes here.