There's a pretty prominent reviewer/blogger in Romanceland who hates my work with
eurydice72. She literally will not pass up a chance to bash our work. Even when she's reviewing one of my solo titles! The crazy thing that drives me absolutely insane? She doesn't read the books she reviews. She skims them. I know this is true because she regularly gets names wrong (really wrong, and consistently. Think "John" for "Jack"). Not only that, but she gets facts of the stories wrong. The last time she reviewed a story of ours, she claimed that the plot was so "cliche" because "a bitchy queen" wanted to stop his best friend from getting married. The "bitchy queen" in question was neither bitchy, nor a queen. But that's irrelevant, because the real problem is that nobody was getting married. Nobody was engaged. The guy in question didn't even have a girlfriend! Where did she get the married thing from? I don't know. Maybe she's on drugs.
But the real problem is that she thinks we're hacks. Because we publish a book a month. You see, we have the audacity to write as a career. That's a combined total of writing 50 hours a week, as well as editing and promo work. We struggle with every book to write the best we can, to make the characters strong, and the plots believable. But we still write for money. Because I'm poor, and this is my job, and if I didn't get my quarterly checks, I literally would not be able to pay my rent this month.
A part of me wants to feel bad about being a hack writer. After all, doesn't every author resist and fear that title? Is there a more grave insult?
But then I read my new Stephen King, and he mentions how he used to write short stories to sell so he could pay the bills. Of course, I don't have two young children, but I do have my sister living with me and two cats.
And then I remember that every author you know of writes to pay the bills.
Where does this view come from where writers only write for the love of the craft? Is it just because most people aren't exposed to the stories of Coleridge and Poe, desperately penning poems to sell so they can fend off the wolf for another month? Do they forget that Shakespeare went to London to make money to support his wife and young family? Even the novelists and poets who sacrificed everything for their "art" relied heavily on their "art" to survive. They either had patrons--and thus needed to please said patrons--or they fought and scratched for every penny. Even Charles Dickens was paid by the word.
I think people would be stunned by the number of current, popular writers who actually pen stories under multiple names. That's because they can generally publish only 1-2 books per year, but they need to eat, too. They need to make a living. And they have more than one or two stories every year inside them. The reason they're popular and the reason you know their names is that they work very, very hard. They're consistent. They write a lot and they're reliable.
The Romantic poets believed it was a little gauche to publish--a gentleman didn't get paid for his work. As a result, many of their poems were passed around in personal pamphlets and correspondence. Also, as a result, they often published under assumed names and anonymously. Now, I'm not Dickens, or Poe, or King, or Shakespeare. Nobody is going to remember me when I die--hell, if I stopped writing for a month, people will probably forget about me. That's fine. I don't actually need to make myself immortal. I'm just doing what I can to eke out a living in a very cold, very difficult profession. I do this because I don't want to do anything but write. But I won't apologize for treating it like a career and not a hobby. Because even when that was the ideal, it wasn't workable. And if that means there are a couple of reviewers who turn their noses up at us, then oh well. Hell, there are people who are disdainful of ol' Willy. If he can't please everybody, then I haven't got a prayer.
But I do have an OK check, and that'll pay our rent and our groceries for another month.
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But the real problem is that she thinks we're hacks. Because we publish a book a month. You see, we have the audacity to write as a career. That's a combined total of writing 50 hours a week, as well as editing and promo work. We struggle with every book to write the best we can, to make the characters strong, and the plots believable. But we still write for money. Because I'm poor, and this is my job, and if I didn't get my quarterly checks, I literally would not be able to pay my rent this month.
A part of me wants to feel bad about being a hack writer. After all, doesn't every author resist and fear that title? Is there a more grave insult?
But then I read my new Stephen King, and he mentions how he used to write short stories to sell so he could pay the bills. Of course, I don't have two young children, but I do have my sister living with me and two cats.
And then I remember that every author you know of writes to pay the bills.
Where does this view come from where writers only write for the love of the craft? Is it just because most people aren't exposed to the stories of Coleridge and Poe, desperately penning poems to sell so they can fend off the wolf for another month? Do they forget that Shakespeare went to London to make money to support his wife and young family? Even the novelists and poets who sacrificed everything for their "art" relied heavily on their "art" to survive. They either had patrons--and thus needed to please said patrons--or they fought and scratched for every penny. Even Charles Dickens was paid by the word.
I think people would be stunned by the number of current, popular writers who actually pen stories under multiple names. That's because they can generally publish only 1-2 books per year, but they need to eat, too. They need to make a living. And they have more than one or two stories every year inside them. The reason they're popular and the reason you know their names is that they work very, very hard. They're consistent. They write a lot and they're reliable.
The Romantic poets believed it was a little gauche to publish--a gentleman didn't get paid for his work. As a result, many of their poems were passed around in personal pamphlets and correspondence. Also, as a result, they often published under assumed names and anonymously. Now, I'm not Dickens, or Poe, or King, or Shakespeare. Nobody is going to remember me when I die--hell, if I stopped writing for a month, people will probably forget about me. That's fine. I don't actually need to make myself immortal. I'm just doing what I can to eke out a living in a very cold, very difficult profession. I do this because I don't want to do anything but write. But I won't apologize for treating it like a career and not a hobby. Because even when that was the ideal, it wasn't workable. And if that means there are a couple of reviewers who turn their noses up at us, then oh well. Hell, there are people who are disdainful of ol' Willy. If he can't please everybody, then I haven't got a prayer.
But I do have an OK check, and that'll pay our rent and our groceries for another month.
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Dickens was paid by the word, and his books were published first as newspaper serials, later to be published as novels.
You're in good company; you're working; the writing pays the bills. :-) If there's someone who's down on your work, don't ask what's wrong with the work; as what's wrong with the critic.
IOW: you're fabulous, and don't you forget it!! ::hugs::
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You are supporting yourself doing what you love. You GO girl, and don't let some pinhead critic with too much time on their hands get to you.
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Not only that, but I know there are thousands of people who would positively love to be in my shoes.
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You're right. Apparently, practice makes perfect, unless you write books.
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Still, it's really difficult to get those sorts of critiques. They really rattle around in your brain and it's easy to let them drown out all the really nice and positive compliments!
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God, you're right about that. It's frustrating, because I know that she's wrong, and I know plenty of people like our work, and I know that I like our work and yet....it rattles around. Exactly like you said.
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The only thing I can add to this is ... I am in awe of how much you hve written and published, especially at your young age, and that you have actually earned enough money from it to pay major household bills. This is something to really be proud of. I haven't had a chance and probably won't ever to read the bulk of your work, but I like what I have read so far.