…Mister Publisher, tear down this wall!…

Among the hardest things on earth are diamonds, and even harder, trying to get a prospective fiancee to buy a large-carat sample. Japanese arithmetic…that’s hard. Harder still, getting politicians on opposing camps to agree …, (well-near impossible). These all fade into mediocrity on the hardness scale when compared to a new author’s quest to find a publisher. Particularly if the scribe is an indie, with no agent stroking the literary feathers. I’m told that madness consists of doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. On that score, I have to ‘fess up. Guilty of imbecility as charged, m’Lud. Sending trillions of submissions all over the world and many other places, in some areas singlehandedly helping the local postal authorities achieve their revenue targets, is right up there with throwing dollar bills from the stern of an ocean-going liner in mid-Atlantic. Submissions sent versus rejections received, parity—the first seeds towards abject suicidal thought. But wait, as ol’ Billy Shakespeare used to say (or so I’m reliably informed), “what light from yonder”.., etc…That beacon growing large on the horizon, that light through the tunnel isn’t an oncoming express train, No…it’s the new dawn. The advent of the strongest growing phenomenon since Justin Beiber’s Twitter account…the eBook is here! What was scorned and scoffed at a mere twelve months ago is battering at the doors of the established publishing bastions. The new kid on the block has more new toys than Uncle Publisher has been able to match. With a click of millions of thumbs, (and that’s a lot of click) the magic of the web unites every single heretofore isolated wretch of a writer into a vibrant molecule in the brave new world of self-publishing. Anyone who’s been reading my  recent offerings here will be aware of how REALLY dumb I am on computers, ( a day without an exploding laptop is a bonus)  but even this old dog is now happily immersed in the magic of Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, Blogg-y stuff et al. The need for agents and publishers may never recede completely, but the worldwide tsunami that is the indie movement seems unstoppable. The genie is out of the bottle. The new creed is, ‘If you write, you publish’ (and be damned or not, at least you’ve got some pleasure in doing your own thing). With all the postage I’ve saved, I’ve had my warders buy me ice cream, lots of ice cream… now where’s my spoon?…

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9 responses to “…Mister Publisher, tear down this wall!…

  1. Enjoyed your revelations and totally agree.

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  2. They read, therefore we write.
    We live to write and write to live.
    This is the time, a new era if you will, of THE WRITER.
    Finally, our time has come and we are empowered by the new found freedom to publish our own works! Indies don’t just rule, they are ROCKING the very foundation of the publishing world! WRITE ON!
    Seumas….
    Don’t let all that ice cream go to your head!

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  3. If your success as a new Indy writer matches (or comes anywhere close to matching) the success of your blog, my friend, you’ll go far — else there’s No God in heaven and all’s definitely not right with the world!

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    • You’re a great tonic and support Jay.. I’m sincerely grateful for that.. I’m at that pivotal stage now of trying to generate interest and mileage for the blog.. From a standing start it’s doing well, but I’m looking to attract as many sensible ( sensible? .. no–oo–oo-o–..strike that!), likeminded folks who enjoy a smile and hopefully exchange of experiences along this happy scribbling trudge of ours .. Have a great weekend and coming week, that man!! .. :):):)

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  4. Quite right, Seamus!

    That is all.

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  5. You’re a scallywag Seumas, but you’re also right. But I foresee an interesting development where publishing houses try to arrest their decline by subsuming the indie market or at least the top of it. John Locke, Amanda Hocking and Kit Berry are only the tip of the iceberg.

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  6. I resemble that remark ! Guilty as charged again m’Lud. Seldom has a wag been so scally-ed .. I trust that Messrs Gordon and Gallacher (how’s that for a Celtic Combo!) would have their names floating near the top of that particular iceberg…. :):)

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