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If you are a bad writer — and most of these people are — then, the only way you can get anyone to read your work is through aggressive self-promotion.
And there are other names that come up, again and again, with similar tales of making it to the top simply by “word of mouth,” or entirely on their work’s own merit, for example, but when you do a little tiny bit of investigation you find this is the furthest thing from the truth.
A lot of words spilled in two posts:
Slushy Glut Slog: Why The Self-Publishing Shit Volcano Is A Problem — which the people who are the problem will never think they’re the problem.
Why the self-publishing shit volcano isn’t going to stop erupting any time soon — which the people who are the problem will never read to the end because they can’t understand it.
The glut is something I’ve raised in past posts that I am now too damn lazy to look up because fuck it.
But I do want to go on record — again, because I’ve done it before but only on Twitter — about how I see the “shit volcano” ending.
Scientists find secret to writing a best-selling novel: Computer scientists have developed an algorithm which can predict with 84 per cent accuracy whether a book will be a commercial success — and the secret is to avoid cliches and excessive use of verbs
What happens when the screenplay of the book that was successful passing through the first algorithm is sent through the second algorithm?
Fuck you is what.
My biggest mistake was not choosing to write the stories that fascinate me the most either emotionally or intellectually.
It’s not your job to wonder if your work can be sold.
There are people called marketers who do that job.
And what if you’re self-publishing?
Your job is still just to write.
In reality, Travers was a feisty, stereotype-breaking bisexual — a single mom who adopted a baby in her 40s, studied Zen meditation in Kyoto, and was publishing erotica about her silky underwear 10 years before Walt had sketched his mouse. Now that’s a character worth slapping on-screen, instead of this stiff British stereotype determined to steal joy from future generations of children. With her longtime girlfriend and then-adult son erased, this frigid Travers seems like she may not even know how babies are made. Maybe Mary Poppins could sing her a song about it.
Why does it matter that Saving Mr. Banks sabotages its supposed heroine? Because in a Hollywood where men still pen 85 percent of all films, there’s something sour in a movie that roots against a woman who asserted her artistic control by asking to be a co-screenwriter.
And if you think that’s just sour grapes, I’ve got news for you.
After the break, Harlan Ellison.
This bad news just in via @sarahw on Twitter: Quercus to publish fourth book in Larsson’s Millennium series
Quercus will publish a fourth book in Stieg Larsson’s Millennium series, to be written by Swedish author David Lagercrantz, in August 2015.
Larsson’s original Swedish publisher Norstedts Förlag announced today (17th December) they had signed a fourth book in the series, with Quercus following suit to say it had world English language rights, acquired from Norstedts and Moggliden, the Stieg Larsson estate.
It can never be the Lisbeth Salander. It will always be a simulacrum, a grave-robbing zombie.
8. Leave them the fuck alone!
It’s rare to get into the flow state for writing—and it’s incredibly valuable. I’ve produced 40+ pages in a sitting because I got into the flow of it. Don’t disrupt your writer, don’t ask questions. In fact, as much as you can, try to disappear. And if your writer is in the zone but you had plans? It’s his or her turn to take the dog for a walk? You know they have to wake up early and it’s currently 3 a.m.?
Just leave them the fuck alone. One of the most supportive things you can do is treat that flow state as sacred. I know it’s a pain to change your plans while they stare at a screen and type, but don’t worry … this doesn’t happen very often.
But there’s also an unacknowledged Step Nine.
Harlan Ellison would write in the window of a bookstore, so passerby could see there was nothing mystical or mysterious about writing.
But Peru is taking it to a whole new level.
And I have this sinking feeling in my stomach that Mark Burnett or Simon Cowell have read that story and are prepping the series Writer Survivor or American Writing Idol for airing.
Or even worse: Jeff Bezos has called them to pitch such a series.
Maybe change those titles to Kindle Writer Survivor and Amazon Writing Idol…