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If you  follow a literary blogger long enough, every few months you’ll encounter a post/rant about the “dirty little secret of publishing”. You know the type. A blogger  rants about the commercialization of an industry, how indie publishing (or ebook publishing) is the wave of the future, how dinosaur-like businesses are forcing pap at the public, how bookstores are ignoring the midlist author, how the Internet/blogging/Long Tail will change everything. Mixed in it is a lament about the economics of book publishing  (conveniently  overlooking the fact that most used books are available for merely the cost of shipping).

To say I am familiar about this subgenre of complaint literature is an understatement. Every two weeks  in graduate school my creative writing teacher John Barth  used to hand out photocopies of magazine articles full of dire predictions about publishing.  We read them, we chuckled, we wept. Another  major figure in the genre is  Michael Blowhard, a blogger who has worked in publishing for a while  (Here’s a random assortment of links). Every eight months or so  a new variation of this essay comes out, along with a thread of 100+ indie writers who chime in with their thoughts/complaints/witty rationalizations. Once, a few months ago I stumbled across one of his older essays about the subject.  Being bored, I read through the entire enjoyable thread..only to discover a comment in the comment section made by me  (apparently I had read the same essay several years ago). Rest assured that my comment  was  brilliant.

By accident, I stumbled upon and enjoyed another literary/publishing rant by Michael Blowhard (dated 2003). He tries to understand the human need to publish books and how to channel it more productively.  Here’s his advice:

But why turn your urge to create into “writing a book” in the first place? You say you’ve got a story to tell? Well, why does it have to be a book? You’ll burden your life with a tedious project for a couple of years, you’ll probably overstretch your material, and then no one will read the results. Why not realize your project in a manageable and pleasurable way instead? Put in a month of writing, keep it to a compact length, and post it to the Web. (There really aren’t many stories that need more than 50 pages.) It’s certainly true that no one may pay attention to your work despite its being out there on the Web. But at least you’ll have told your story, enjoyed the process, made your work available — and you won’t have ruined your life, or broken your heart.

No one listens to me, of course, and it’s probably better that way. I confess that The Wife berates me (lovingly and charmingly, of course) when I go on like this. She says I’m being a killjoy. Lots of people dream of writing books. What a harmless dream — why kill it?

 
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