by Sarah Hoyt
No, this is not a post about my car troubles. Do I want to start crying this early in the morning?
Though, metaphorically speaking it is a post about ALL of our car troubles.
Years ago when I was young and stupid – the first of which is curable – we had a good friend who worked as a French chef. Turns out, at least at the starting levels this is one of those professions like writing where your work schedule and money aren’t always incredibly regular.
Because of this, like many writers, our friend owned an endless succession of pre-broken cars which he drove till they would go no more and then get another.
Then one day he bought this van. As he was driving across town in Charlotte, NC (motto, our traffic makes NYC cabbies shudder) he suddenly realized the van wasn’t responding to the brakes. So – as he approached a six way intersection – he tried to steer it to the side of the road… And the wheel came out in his hands.
I no longer remember how he got out of this situation, except that he SAID he’d closed his eyes and prayed several rosaries, which – he said – was kind of funny since he was a practicing Jew. I suspect he downshifted until it came to a grinding halt.
For a little over a year, since I realized something had gone seriously wrong in publishing, I’ve had that feeling, that we’re all in that van, with no brakes and no steering, closing and our eyes and frantically looking for the rosaries we don’t carry. Since then I’ve been looking around and I’ve noticed that there’s something wrong with almost every field from science to politics. And then a few months ago, it hit me. It’s not us in that broken van. Or it doesn’t need to be. Because, you see, we’re not the drivers in that van. The leadership of whatever the field are the ones in the van. They’re twisting the wheel, they’re applying brakes, they’re pressing the gas and nothing is happening.
In publishing, of course, the bastages deserve it. For years they’ve been taking that van four wheel driving, (the push model) to teach the reading public what’s good for them. They’ve driven in the wrong lane (those very odd accounting practices). They’ve applied the brakes for the heck of it on a steep downhill incline (the foreshortening of “careers” to three books, then two, then one unless a miracle occurred) and a ton of other practices designed to break that van. Sooner or later the poor van was going to give out and grind to a stop. We’ve been screaming that, here, from the back seats, whenever we dared scream at all. (After all, you know, they were driving.)
So, now, they’re driving and they’re screaming, but we don’t need to be in there. That road is now covered in all sorts of other vehicles: flying cars and mopeds, bicycles and the inevitable guy jogging. Because this is a metaphor, all it takes is that you close your eyes, then open them again and see things from the other side.
Yes, I know, if you were in the van, getting pretty good advances and getting somewhere, you’re looking at the moped with distaste. So? Soup it up. Trade it for something bigger. It’s in your hands.
The problem is most of us aren’t used to having any REAL control – not in writing, not in politics, not in news reporting, not in life – we’re used to be able to get behind the “people who will get us there.” There are entire systems of prestige and patronage. They’re milenia old, in society, and they worked on the basic principle that only someone with power and influence could reach a lot of other people.
But technology has upended all that. Joe Schmo at his computer can suddenly become a cause celebre if he hits at just the right time. (Luck? Of course there’s luck involved. What, you think there wasn’t luck in the old system? If anything less luck is needed now, and more persistence, more of what my friend Dave Freer calls “battler spirit.”)
You can publish your own books. If there’s any stigma left, it applies to those badly proofed and badly formatted ones we get now and then. If you do a competent job and you hit it just right, you can make a living online, on your own. No, I’m not doing that yet, but I still have contracts to fulfill. I think I can, though. Maybe not with one book or two but… eventually. No one made a living from a book or two in the old system, either, not unless you were one of the favorite children whom the establishment picked up usually for reasons other than your competence at writing.
Yes, the van is careening towards a six-way intersection and the leadership – not just publishers, but all the fossilized hangers on of the establishment – are screaming at you about how bad it is, how terrible, how we’re all going to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie.
Unless you’re one of the leadership or one of the darling children, I suggest you close your eyes, open them again, and realize you don’t have to be in that van. You can walk, ride or fly towards the intersection and pick your own path. You don’t have to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie.
Yeah, it won’t be as fast as the van, at least for now, but do you want to go fast where that van is going? Let go of the broken wheel. Stop praying. Look around. Inform yourself. Research. See the new opportunities. FIND the new opportunities. Then pick the one best suited for you. And if you want to follow the van for a while for the updraft, do so. Just be aware that the rumors of the death of books and reading are grossly exaggerated.
You are not the van.
So why am I thinking “Stop the world, I want to get off!”? [Wink]
You also get badly-formatted ones from Big Six publishers. In the electronic edition of Rick Riordan’s “Son of Neptune” I lost count at over one hundred errors (words banged together or split by spaces) before giving up. And I’m *still* fuming at having paid them for it.
We’re like hunter-gatherers, having just figured out agriculture. We know a lot of what we used to rely on doesn’t work. We don’t know yet how to get everything right in the new system. This panics people who aren’t very confident of their ability to contribute any value.
Walking slowly will get you there. IT might not get you there FAST, but you’ll arrive. Now all you need is some heavy weaponry for all those crazy drivers.
Inspirational! Thank you.
As one of those who was running after the van waving madly to be let on, I appreciate being told that I’m better off finding some other mode of transportation before they slowed down enough for me to grab a fender.
Now all I need to do is find an e-book on how to build a jet-pack…