In one day, I saw three negative opinions about indie “authors”. (I use quotes here as these opinions implied indies are not actually authors.) One was a blog post and the other two were strings of tweets on Twitter.
They were of the mind that all writers who self publish completely, utterly, and in all other ways suck. They gave “proof”. (I use quotes here as my opinion implies that what they offered was not actually proof.)
Their “proof” (there are those pesky, sarcastic quotes again) is as follows…in a nutty, nutty nutshell:
- If indie authors could write a decent book, they would be picked up by a traditional publisher. Period. Full stop. End of story.
- “Real” authors (who are traditionally published) think indie authors suck, too. So there!
- Indie authors are mucking up the world! Pigs are flying! Hell is freezing over!
- Indie authors are so bad, they should stop writing. Now. Because. The mucking up of the world and the pigs and whatnot. Also, they suck. (Oh, and are not traditionally published.)
I have no intention of stopping.
I also have no plans to go after an agent or try to get traditionally published for future books. I made a choice not to go that route. I do not regret it.
Let’s just go ahead and say it, shall we? There are some bad indie books out there.
Go figure. These people were right. There are terrible, horrible, no good, very bad self-published books out there. Egads! (Psst… You. Stereotyping indie authors. There are terrible, horrible, no good, very bad traditionally published books out there, too. Yes. There are.) As far as self-published books go, I have read some bad ones, some so-so ones, and some amazing ones.
Instead of getting into a debate with these people, let’s just demonstrate how wrong they are. Writers love the “show don’t tell”, right? So…
The most persuasive argument against this type of tripe is the following formula:
Produce a high-quality self-published book. Ignore those who belittle indie authors. Produce another high-quality self-published book.
I suppose their point is that we indies are incapable of writing high-quality stuff. We are chaff and should be thrown away unless someone somewhere in the distant hills and valleys of La-La
Land (or the Big Apple or wherever) decides we are grain. I call bullshit on that.
Carry on, my fellow indies. Be the best damn writers you can be. Prove the naysayers wrong. Take time to include the steps needed to create your glittering literary gold. Write, edit, revise, proofread, polish. Publish. Be grain, my friends!
Important public service announcement: This is a cheerleading post, not a rebuttal. I do not wish to get into an argument, dispute, squabble, or feud. I will not fight you in the comments. (What kind of a girl do you think I am?!) I also do not wish to draw attention to negative people who want attention for being negative. Therefore! We will stand tall, fellow indies, and follow the rules set forth here. Do not feed the trolls!
About the Author
Sarah Brentyn is an introvert who believes anything can be made better with soy sauce and wasabi.
She loves words and has been writing stories since she was nine years old. She talks to trees and apologizes to inanimate objects when she bumps into them.
When she’s not writing, you can find her strolling through cemeteries or searching for fairies.
She hopes to build a vacation home in Narnia someday. In the meantime, she lives with her family and a rainbow-colored, wooden cat who is secretly a Guardian.
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Books by Sarah Brentyn
Each selection is approximately 100 words, with a bonus section of Microbursts in which each story is told in 50 words or less.
When You’re on the Edge, It’s Easy to Fall
These are stories of lives on the edge.
A girl tortured by the world within her. A boy powerless to escape his home. A mother doomed to live with her greatest mistake. A man lost in a maze of grief.
Each raindrop provides a microscopic mirror of ourselves and those around us. But we can’t always trust what we see. The distorted images disorient the mind, altering our view of reality.
This second collection of flash and micro fiction explores the depths of the human condition and the fragile surface of our perceptions.
Dive into these tales of darkness and discover what life is like On the Edge of a Raindrop.
No One Escapes Life Unscathed
Delve into the deeper reaches of the human condition and the darkness that lives there.
A girl haunted by her sister’s drowning. A boy desperate for his father’s affection. A woman forced to make a devastating decision. A man trapped by his obsessions.
Experience tales of love, loss, murder, and madness through this collection of flash and micro fiction.
Take a peek behind the smile of a stranger. Get a glimpse inside the heart of a friend. Scratch the surface and discover what is hidden beneath.
These stories will open your mind, tug at your thoughts, and allow you to explore the possibility that, even in the brightest moments, something is Hinting at Shadows.
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