Of Writers and Prose: Pity the Trolls.
March 22, 2016 4 Comments
An article in The Guardian this week had the entire self-publishing world pissed off. I’m not going to post the link here, because as far as I’m concerned, the author brought nothing new to the discussion; no new ideas or even understanding, and if you can’t do that, then you’re whining. Instead, she rehashed the same old tired arguments, lauding the Traditional path and scorning anyone who chose to do it differently.
Let her have her day. Let her basks in the glory of bringing in tens of thousands of views to her post, and the Guardian will probably give her another shot at an article. That’s fine, I’m happy for her, but I hope she can keep up her writing career with her current publisher, because there may come a day when her books no longer sell and when she’s considered a ‘has been’. Then what will you do, dear lady? Your career is based on a Traditional deal, and you refusal to look at any other outlets for your stories will have only one consequence. Will you crawl under the memory of your previous success and remember the glory days of when you were on top of the world (so to speak)? Take solace in the fact that at least you stuck to your ‘guns’ and didn’t waiver in your beliefs?
It’s hard when a way of life disappears, especially when it happens as quickly as it did in the publishing industry. Lashing out is a knee-jerk response, but fellow authors, don’t be mad at her for the ignorance she clearly displayed in her article. Instead, have pity on her. Shake your head with a bemused indifference. Refuse to comment on such nonsense and go on with your life because she, and others like her, don’t understand that the world is changing and we must adapt or be left behind.
Dear Lady, you have my pity and my sympathy, and I hope that come the day, when you look back at the harsh and cruel words you wrote in this article, you will have the maturity to understand that shaming and arrogance never works. You may have done the job your ‘betters’ wished of you, but in the end who does that truly serve?