There are these two books. The first one I started writing a full 10 years before I knew what it was actually about. Yeah, the whole thing has been and continues to be just as bizarre as it sounds. Anyway, it’s non-fiction and deeply personal. Call it a psychological memoir. The second one I started to blow off steam at the end of the day from writing the first one. I intentionally started writing the most ridiculously politically incorrect thing I could come up with and ride it out to its preposterous conclusion. Anyway, it’s fiction and best described as a supervillain origin story. Probably the darkest satire I could come up with.
I’ve been working on both of these books with no end date in mind…just a nebulous idea of what I was doing. Then suddenly, late last year, both books were suddenly ready enough to be made into proposals. Which means they’re ready to be sold, and then, after some significant rewrites, published. This would typically be time for celebration. But instead, this is when the weirdness really hit. For a variety of reasons, I suddenly had zero interest in publishing either of them. As you might imagine, this triggered the running, screaming, existential fantods.
Here’s the thing, dear reader: on a personal level, publishing books is a Pain in the Ass. The effects it has on one’s life are far too myriad to begin to list here, but suffice it to say that every personal dynamic changes, and those changes last years. It takes a toll, and it’s a very worthwhile question to ask: is it fucking worth it? But that’s just me in my head. The larger, more compelling reasons to not publish either of these things are external, societal factors over which I have no control. Again, to wit:
No American publisher is testicularly solid enough to touch these books. Maybe the psychological memoir, but sure as shit not the novel. Even if I did publish the memoir on a label, that publisher would cave to the woke slaves, pull the title and cut ties as soon as they found out about the novel and felt obligated to feign outrage.
And even if anybody did have the grapes to actually stand by either book, there’s no reason to expect that they wouldn’t take unacceptable editorial action in the future to retroactively censor my work to conform to the latest moronic rules of what the mob allows to be said. So much for the big, legacy publishers.
Which brings us to The Reading Public. Let me explicitly say that this does not apply to you, dearest reader. But the rest of these bastards…Jesus.
Primarily, social media is to blame. Social media seems to have made otherwise fine audiences into absolutely insufferable cunts. At least half the headlines in the entertainment press for the past 5-10 years are about fan reactions. “Fans outraged at ending of latest episode.” Or they have a problem with a certain character. Or they are insistent that, in their learned estimation, the ending of a movie is wrong. Who gives a shit. Write your own story. Shoot your own movie. [Note: The treatment of J.K. Rowling has been absolutely abhorrent. I admire her restraint. If I had her amount of Fuck You Money, I’d spend a bunch of it hiring an entire platoon of people with ASPD to spend their entire days mercilessly fucking with my detractors. Then again, I can’t even imagine what happens to one’s perspective and priorities when one’s wealth is measured in billions. Perhaps I’ll mellow if I ever make it, but perhaps not.]
And fan fiction? All of that can fuck right off. Maybe other authors are okay with it…some seem to find it amusing. I personally would litigate viciously.
But whatever my issues with the reading public, they are almost totally eclipsed by my issues with the greater American public, at least the more ignorant and boisterous factions.
Perhaps I’ll go into more detail of this soon and alienate even more friends and readers. But not today. Today is Sunday, which is for relaxing and windy walks with puppies and such.
N.P.: “I’m Not Giving Up Tonight (David Holmes Remix) – Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
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