With so much gnashing of teeth about the poor quality of self-publishers’ editing, and their sometimes non-existent writing skills, you’d think those were the biggest problems. Much less frequently, someone dares to say something about how self-publishing is a golden opportunity for creative independence. Topics that publishers won’t touch because there’s no money in them. Forays into new kind of writing. I don’t know whether those voices are swallowed up in the din of feet rushing to get aboard the latest genre fad, or have drawn back into the shadows, realizing that there’s no creative renaissance to be seen.
I’ve reached a state of apathetic acceptance where bad editing and writing are concerned. Most of the perpetrators don’t know how bad they are or don’t care. If they can pick up a few bucks here and there from gullible fools, it’s no skin off my nose. Scolding isn’t going to make a dent in their self-satisfaction. Neither are blog posts that exhort, plead, and try to shame these little bottom feeders. “You’re making us all look bad!” As if they give a damn.
What bugs me is scouring through listings and finding nothing but more . . . more of everything that’s been done hundreds of thousands of times. But I guess the world really needs more books about the zombie apocalypse. One more book — or a series of them — “inspired” by Twilight. One more big-chested het romance, one more bare-chested m/m romance, one more YA teen heroine who discovers that she’s the lost heir to . . . has hidden powers that . . .
I know there are talented, original writers out there. I’ve even discovered and read a few of them. But it’s a hard slog, and by the time you find one of them, you’re covered with mud and sh-t from wading through the slush that should have been deleted from thousands of hard drives before it saw the light of day.
[End of rant — for this time]