Friday, December 09, 2011
I suggested that readers were being served abundantly since more writers than ever were in print, and readers had more good works to read than they could ever enjoy. A writer's foremost responsibility was to write the best he could in order to compete in this market. Writers had more options than ever before.
She said too many books were horrible, publishers were shirking their duties, and I was "delirious." She then asked for feedback from people who were NOT getting published, and I was banned from the conversation.
I moved on, but a blog post began to take form in my head. Not the obvious about accepting responsibility for our own writing (addressed yesterday on this blog), but one about envy. Here was a handful of people upset about not being published, yet they'd adore being published. They wanted to be the other guy, the guy who'd succeeded. But then they become the person they don't like, with the assumption that their work is better.
It's like being mad at somebody with money, then getting the money and saying "but I'm different. I'm not like that other guy. I'll be a better, nicer rich guy."
We all would appreciate winning the lottery. We'd all like to be published. We'd all like to be a bestselling author. In the meantime, however, don't knock the people who find their way sooner than you do. Live and let live, in my opinion. Be the best of who you are, where you are, wherever you are, and you'll have a successful life, regardless if you mke the NY Times Bestseller list.