Dear Anonymous Commenter,
Thank you for taking the time to comment on my post about Self-Publishing Myths. While the poor grammar and spelling were annoying, (something you might want to work on as you self-publish that second book), I was struck by this part of your comment:
“Lets be realistic- how many people get published through traditional publishers? When people used to ask me if i was published i would ask them if they had won american idol.
Its not about talent, its about pitching, luck, who you know and the stars aligned!”
I spent way too much time thinking about your words, trying to find a response that would capture the true depth of my feelings. I came up with the following:
To elaborate, you wander over to the blog of an author who’s published five books with a commercial publisher and proceed to explain that talent and skill and work have nothing to do with it; I just got lucky and knew the right people. Because the right people will happily risk their careers to publish their friends’ books, even if those books suck. Is that the line of pseudologic you’re following here?
From what I’ve seen, this sort of nonsense usually comes from one of two scenarios:
- You drank the Kool-Aid from one of the scammier vanity presses and bought into their crap about “traditional publishers” being run by evil overlords who live only to crush the souls from peppy young writers like yourself.
- You submitted a few times, got rejected, and decided to take your toys and go home.
You go on to say, “My books are good, as im sure a million unpublished books out there are.” Right. Much like everyone who tries out for American Idol is sure their singing is good, and that they deserve a major record deal.
Because it’s so easy. Because anyone can sit down and crank out a great story. Heck, my cat hocked his breakfast onto the keyboard last week and produced a dandy little flash piece about zombie squids. Everyone’s wonderful and brilliant, and it’s just a lottery as the Publishing Gods roll their d1,000,000 to see which of those worthy candidates shall be chosen.
Most of the people who get rejected from American Idol are sent home because they suck. The ones who make it to those final rounds are the ones who’ve worked their asses off to learn how to sing. Writing is the same way. It takes time and a lot of work. No magic fairy is going to blow sparkly story dust up your butt and transform you into the next J. K. Rowling.
I understand if you’re frustrated. I know it can be discouraging trying to break in as a writer. I’ve been there, and so has every other commercial author you so casually dismiss as “lucky.”
You chose to go the self-publishing route. Maybe because your unique creative vision was too special for the New York publishers. Maybe you really are as good as you think you are, and the entire publishing industry was just too blind to see it. Maybe not. I don’t know, and I don’t particularly care. I wish you all the best, and I hope you’re happy with your choice. But if not–if you’re going the passive-aggressive “publishing is mean and out to get me” route to console yourself–could you please at least keep it to the privacy of your own blog?
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.