Showing posts with label new york times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new york times. Show all posts

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Publishing’s Redheaded Stepchild Waiting in the Wings for Center Stage

Yes, Self Publishing thrives! In spite of its beer bubbles in publishing's wine tasting room.

Four years ago I wrote “Publishing’s Death Knell Premature" (01/01/09),  about the redheaded stepchild of the book industry: Self Publishing. Of course, I’m using the term “self publishing” as the masses do – ANY form of publishing that is not through a traditional publisher.

I know, I know, that is not correct – have you tried changing public perception lately? (Click here if you want to know the difference between forms of publishing.)

So, let’s pretend this is January 1, 2013 again – seriously, I meant to write this then – after four years we can attest that the industry has indeed, changed. Not news. But the stagnation of self publishing’s image is.

After four long, recessionary years in which self publishing has exploded, unlike other industries, a recent journalist’s query requested to connect with “authors who have not yet been signed to a publisher,” still assuming all authors have the desire to sell their souls to a traditional publisher. I nearly choked on my coffee (OK, it may have been beer … don’t recall what time of the day).

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

But it’s true; but he said …


You know, I admit, off the cuff, I’m just a mediocre writer. If I don’t edit my writing several times, the original text is ripe with flaws like misplaced phrases and redundancies—similar to the news articles that are now shoved down our throats every day.

Once upon a time in a fairytale world journalists were writers of note, highly regarded for not only their style, but their writing acumen—realizing of course, most were edited prior to publication.

My morning routine is to grab a cuppa joe and check out today’s Yahoo! news. And every day I shake my head over the mediocre writing—sometimes to the point of overshadowing my interest in whatever report or rumor I’m trying to read.

Today’s pet peeve? When hurried, a writer resorts to familiar words … over, and over, and over again.