I write. Therefore, I am.
I don’t pay attention to the naysayers. I pay attention to my craft. A writer should be his own harshest critic.
Am I becoming a better writer or just more commercial? Nothing in my book sales indicates I’m becoming more commercial.
There’s an interesting article in the current New Yorker about the future of the publishing industry. It doesn’t look bright for the Big Five publishers. On the other hand, it looks rosy for Amazon, according to the author of the article George Packer. He claims self-published Kindle e-books are bad for publishing because they’re so cheap that they’re putting the Big Five out of business.
If you ask me, anything that allows good writers to get published is a good thing. The so-called gatekeepers of publishing in New York frequently make the wrong calls and keep good writers from being published. No less than literary great Edgar Allan Poe had to self-publish some of his books.
Packer makes the erroneous assumption that anything that’s bad for the Big Five is bad for publishing and for authors, as well. Anything that’s bad for the Big Five might be bad for New York Times best-selling brand-names, such as Stephen King and Lee Child. But, then again, these guys could make it without the Big Five. The demise of the Big Five won’t effect midlist authors and other lesser-known writers who are struggling to make a living, either. These authors can self-publish. So, it looks like, if the Big Five go under, it won’t be the end of publishing. It will, however, be the end of traditional publishing.
The book business has always been a difficult market to crack unless you had connections in the right places. Amazon has opened up the market and allowed writers, who otherwise would never have gotten their works published, to sink or swim on their own in the cutthroat publishing business. These authors can learn by experience that most books don’t sell, no matter how well written they are. There just aren’t enough readers out there to make many best-sellers.
I murdered adverbs and buried them in unmarked graves yesterday as I finished editing my newest short story. Writing is ruthless. It’s not enough to create a story. You have to attack it like a gunslinger and kill off the parts of it that are flabby and useless. It can be quite a bloody process–and painful as well. Still, it must be done. The writing world is a jungle and will not tolerate shoddy works. The more ruthless you are as an editor, the better you will be as a writer. If you want an easy job, don’t write. To be a good writer you should be your own harshest critic. To paraphrase Thomas Jefferson, from time to time the tree of writing must be watered with the blood of adverbs. And, so too, must certain adjectives be blown away. Welcome to the slaughterhouse of the creative process. Do I as a writer have blood on my hands? Very well then, I have blood on my hands. Does not a midwife have blood on her hands?
I finished my newest horror short story today and am now working on editing the first draft.