Indie Authors Cutting Throats Left, Right & Centre



happy & not so happy to be caught up in the revolution

It’s a hard world out there when you publish a needle in a haystack, and that’s what my job is. I’m dedicated to publishing a needle and I’m devoted to madness in a haystack. Great, isn’t it? But, of course, it wasn’t always like that. I’m deeply involved in a revolution and I’m deeply indebted to the internet for the democratisation of literature. Oh, yes, I remember the bad, old days, oh, so very bleak, when the postman whistled up the Blighty garden-path and dropped  two or three rejection slips through the letterbox and on to the old house-mat. I would pick up those letters, and despair. On better days a letter would sail through and I’d open it to be greeted by acceptance with publication on the horizon but not too distant.

Then, I even met some agents interested in my work but it petered out because I didn’t really fancy them, didn’t like old Blighty, and didn’t believe in myself. I believe in myself now up to a point, but still think I’m involved in self-promotion but not in vanity-promotion.

Anyhow, so far so good.

Today I’m self-publishing another book called “Poems People Liked (2)”, a poetic sequel to “Poems People Liked (1)”. It’s sequelish because they told me to publish series or sequels but, of course, because no one, yes no one, likes poetry enough to buy it, I can write fifty “Poems People Liked” and no one will be any the wiser because nobody likes the genre. (I probably will write fifty.) All the poems in the new collection were selected and published in small magazines back in the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s…but it’s not going to make a scrap of difference. Poets are incompetent businessmen because they produce a supply without a demand.

So be it! What the fuck! Brave words from Finch the ex-poet. Because the laugh’s on me. I’m was. The muse departed and found a better hubby. Still, it’s a needle and I’m going to publish it. And what about the haystack? It will keep growing, added to by redundant genres like poetry.

But let’s get back to my beginning which is really my ending. It’s a hard world out there and it’s even a cut-throat one.


Successful Indie Author Thinking Of Cutting Another Throat

You would think that with the mounting haystack we independent authors would be falling over ourselves to help our fellow-penpushers, computer-keyboard thrashers. Well, yes, there are some great souls out there helping and giving good advice like stop publishing typos and choose your genre well if you want to make millions, but guess what? There are those others who can’t be named who let you down or kid you into taking an interest in them to exploit your time and talent to their own advantage. It’s called opportunism. So some writers say the thing that is not and others want to use you. Some of them want to abuse you….sounds like Eurythmics….And mustn’t forget to mention those publishers who advertise that they want to see our manuscripts. Are they bona fide or are they vanity presses, vampires masquerading as stakes?

Well, what I say to us writers is join the club, stop publishing  typos (of all sorts!), be true to your word, and stop using unfair tactics. We’re all pricking one another’s fingers with our needles and we all need to be bandaged on occasions. PLUS, the majority of us are in the middle of a fucking, big haystack, and between you and me I’m not sure I like it.

Now, I’ll get on to Amazon and release “Poems People Liked (2)” on to the global stage of independent publishing where its yellow cover will rise briefly and then sink

Rise Briefly & Then Sink

- unlike the Beatles’ yellow submarine – into profound depths of peopleless sightlessness. As one hopeful soul said some months ago via a podcast, “It will always be there for anyone interested.”

Only problem is – nobody is interested.

The End

Successful (Not So Yellow) Submarine In Which They All Lived Getting Richer Every Day

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