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*I've just come back from the Twitter maelstrom of LOOK AT ME!
I clicked on my email account to receive a half dozen impersonal confirmations of me joining new blogs with
"NOW, YOU'LL BE AMONG THE VERY FIRST TO KNOW OF MY NEXT NOVEL AND WHEN TO BUY IT!"
No hint of interest in me as anything but a potential buyer of the next HUNGER GAMES.
I visited Facebook next and was awashed in
"WOW! AREN'T I WONDERFUL? MY BOOK IS SO AWESOME. YOU HAVE TO BUY MY BOOK! OH, TELL ME ABOUT YOU ... TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME!"
I got the image of an enormous basketball court with a million struggling writers racing frantically all over it,
waving their arms, and screaming, "THROW THE BALL TO ME! MAKE ME THE NEXT SUZANNE COLLINS! PLEEEEEASE!"
I heard the Great Mystery clear his throat in my mind and cringed. "Remind you of anyone we know, Roland? You know the one with the initials ROLAND D YEOMANS!"
I sighed. I just hate it when the mirror is held up to my nose.
So I am now saying to all of my poor abused friends,
"Don't throw the ball to me."
Let me know how I can help YOU. I do care about your doubts, your frustrations, and your struggles in a publishing world with a million hungry mouths and two million grasping hands.
I have tried very hard to escape the gravity of the black hole of my yearning to be a successful writer.
I've written posts on how to better craft your work, based upon my own years as a creative writing teacher.
But I have this haunting feeling that I have succumbed to LOOK-AT-ME-itis. Oops. Guess I am human after all. :-)
Yes, I do still want others to buy my books ... but only if they intrigue you. Buy them. Do not. It's all good.
Life is more than the best seller list. Friends are the only tangible wealth we have in this life ... and the only hope for it in the next.
Alex Cavanaugh
http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/
gives us all the model on how to be a giving human being in the cyberverse. (Although as a harried rare blood courier I do not have the time he invests daily visiting us all!)
* {This painting by Edvard Munch is in the public domain in the United States because it was first published more than 95 years ago.}
I clicked on my email account to receive a half dozen impersonal confirmations of me joining new blogs with
"NOW, YOU'LL BE AMONG THE VERY FIRST TO KNOW OF MY NEXT NOVEL AND WHEN TO BUY IT!"
No hint of interest in me as anything but a potential buyer of the next HUNGER GAMES.
I visited Facebook next and was awashed in
"WOW! AREN'T I WONDERFUL? MY BOOK IS SO AWESOME. YOU HAVE TO BUY MY BOOK! OH, TELL ME ABOUT YOU ... TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME!"
I got the image of an enormous basketball court with a million struggling writers racing frantically all over it,
waving their arms, and screaming, "THROW THE BALL TO ME! MAKE ME THE NEXT SUZANNE COLLINS! PLEEEEEASE!"
I heard the Great Mystery clear his throat in my mind and cringed. "Remind you of anyone we know, Roland? You know the one with the initials ROLAND D YEOMANS!"
I sighed. I just hate it when the mirror is held up to my nose.
So I am now saying to all of my poor abused friends,
"Don't throw the ball to me."
Let me know how I can help YOU. I do care about your doubts, your frustrations, and your struggles in a publishing world with a million hungry mouths and two million grasping hands.
I have tried very hard to escape the gravity of the black hole of my yearning to be a successful writer.
I've written posts on how to better craft your work, based upon my own years as a creative writing teacher.
But I have this haunting feeling that I have succumbed to LOOK-AT-ME-itis. Oops. Guess I am human after all. :-)
Yes, I do still want others to buy my books ... but only if they intrigue you. Buy them. Do not. It's all good.
Life is more than the best seller list. Friends are the only tangible wealth we have in this life ... and the only hope for it in the next.
Alex Cavanaugh
http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/
gives us all the model on how to be a giving human being in the cyberverse. (Although as a harried rare blood courier I do not have the time he invests daily visiting us all!)
* {This painting by Edvard Munch is in the public domain in the United States because it was first published more than 95 years ago.}
