Grasping for the Wind has three interesting posts up:
Have those of us involved in “professional” publishing been getting it wrong? Have we reached the stage where mainstream publishing — and writing — puts too much emphasis on over-polished, grammatical, writing when a large proportion of our readers simply don’t care? What a lot of the successful indie writers do have is a huge amount of gusto and raw energy, making up for any technical shortfalls with spark and adherence to the need for a pacy plot that hooks the reader in. Yes, some editorial smoothing might improve these works, but at the cost that a reader has to wait a long time for the next book, whereas indies can be fast.
Today, we have mostly turned our personal filters over to others. Dark, faceless people who used to be employed at the Post Office, sorting letters into slots by number. Today that task has been taken over by machines and new employment had to be invented for the pigeonholers. Today they spend their hours sorting fiction by sub-genre.
It is that blindness that allows me to finish the magical and necessary first draft. If I took the time to make every line perfect, to force the grammar into submission, and satisfy the most ardent Strunk & White fanatic, I would never finish the draft. And, that my friend, is the real failure of almost every unpublished novelist I’ve spoken with over the last few decades.