Literary Agents as Publishers: Conflict of Interest

Awful news, heard first via a Passive Voice post.  I couldn't read the whole article, too disgusted.  Since when do the agents get decide if what they are doing is a conflict of interest instead of the law doing so?

Perfectionism: Fear in Writing

Dave Gaughran posted an interesting piece on the kindleboards and on his blog about a self-publishing myth.  In it, he brought up a key piece of negativity that I too sense in discussions with others.  That is, that most self-published work is crap and therefore it somehow taints the good self-published work (and perhaps even non-self-published work).  He wrote, "[T]his idea of poor self-published work tainting the rest is clearly rubbish. Will my perfectly formatted e-book become corrupted by sharing a virtual bookshelf with unprofessional self-publishers? Will the colours bleed from my cover? Will I begin to dangle my modifiers? Will my characters turn to cardboard?"

The article goes on to make more good points, but that is an important point in another way.  After all, it is useful to adopt this point of view towards one's work in general.  I'm a perfectionist, and I fear letting out less than perfect work.  I fear that no matter how long I work on a work, it will never be perfect--which is a truth, actually.  But I can't let that fear prevent me from producing and publishing my writing.

The main, weird point I drew from this article is this:  an imperfect story will not make another story worse.  That is something worth remembering when you write.  And in doing so, another arresting fear is released.

(This blog post took me 15 minutes to write, from conception to posting.)

Oops! Where Did My Blog Links Go?

Looks like I might have lost my blog list when I changed the name of my blog.  Maybe it will come back on its own, but I doubt it.  So, I'll have to rebuild it from scratch.  Sad :-(  But it something worth noting if you change the url of your blog--save your blog list.  It will disappear.

New Name, New Focus

This blog was formerly called Fantasy Fiction Addiction, and its focus was writing.  For a while now, I wanted to combine several blog concepts into one.  But it is only now, as I work on changing myself, that I am working on changing this blog.  This move is far from complete, but bit by bit, I am working on getting it ready.  For those used to the old blog, I still plan on posting snippets of my writing here.  I still will talk about writing.  But I hope to add other things here, such as interesting bits from my research.  Hope to see you around.

(This post took 6 minutes to create, from conception to posting.)

Bite-Sized Success

I am a fan of the Triple Crown Races.  I watch it every year, hoping this will be the year.  And after the second race has run and my hopes are dashed, I usually stop watching.  But this year I watched the third race, the Belmont, and I noticed something.  The announcers had the same level of enthusiasm for each race no matter the fact we lost our chance this year for a Triple Crown Winner.  His level of enthusiam for the last race was great as I heard for the first.  That made me realize I'm missing an important point.  Yes, having a Triple Crown Winner is amazing and inspirational, but each race is worth celebrating the victory on its own merit.

Finding My Zeal as a Writer

To get back into the groove of things, I've been writing shorts. Why? For two reasons.

First, it's easier to start out small and build big. After all, isn't the Wii Fit always telling me I need at least 10 minutes of exercise for it to matter? If I start out with scheduling in 10 minutes and keep that routine for a week, then adding 5 minutes to it next week won't seem impossible. Before long, instead of wanting to do yoga but never seeming to find the time, I will be doing yoga half an hour a day. The same for writing. It's like I'm out of creative shape. Why try to run a marathon when you haven't been exercising in a long time?

Caterpillar to Butterfly

Caterpillar, a photo by cicerocat on Flickr.

For several years now, we have raised butterflies as a hobby.  They start out as little yellow eggs, hatch into little black caterpillars, mature into green gremlins, and end up wrapped in green or brown chrysalises.  A few weeks later, they are something else altogether--a beautiful black butterfly.  Then the process begins again. 

Sometimes I think creative arts people go through a similar metamorphosis, perhaps several times over.  I think I am going through one now.  What I knew as writer's block, gently called writer's ennui to take out the sting, may be the creeping stages in my life cycle as a writer.  I feel I am close to something . . . else, but my past is still holding me back.  

You see, I have all these goals, most of which ended up in failure.  Most likely because what I was passionate about, my true goals, were changing.  That is why I need to let go of my past goals, and keep only the essence.  Meaning, I keep only what keeps me writing and striving toward publishing.  Meaning, I may have to change how I write, what I write, and how I seek publishing.  Meaning, like a caterpillar, I have some molting to do in order to grow into my new skin, my new goals, my new future.  But at least now, I know its waiting for me as long as I do my work.

butterfly2, a photo by cicerocat on Flickr.

(This blog post took 43 minutes to create, from conception to posting.)