The Writing Vulnerability
You know what a natural habitat for predators is? The indie publishing landscape. Yep. They’re after YOU. The predators will prey on your inexperience, exploit your naivety, and profit from your dreams. But you wouldn’t know any better, because predators aren’t vaudevillians. They don’t twirl handlebar moustaches and dress in black. They cloak their intentions with a smile, charm and seduce you with what you want to hear, and befriend you so that you couldn’t possibly imagine them ever wronging you. They will, however, if given the chance. And they exist in every facet of your writing journey. A Quick Aside on Rights and Royalties Self-publishing is a derivation of…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 16 – 17
16. I leave Melody’s manuscript sitting there in my email, festering like … and I can’t come up with metaphor or simile that will illustrate what a festering, diseased, terminal clusterfuck it is, so I’ll just say that it sat there in my email, festering like only her manuscript could. Despite my disdain, I still want to get the best out of it and out of Melody, so I need to work out a strategy. But I’m frazzled now. And feel an edge, like Melody’s dismissal isn’t the indifferent vainglory of some cocky young writer, but divine condemnation that exemplifies my own failures. There are other manuscript on my…