On Friday an anonymous commenter accused me of being too bleak and challenged, nay, dared, nay, triple-dog dared me to devote a week to nothing but positivity about the publishing industry, books, and the future.
My friends, I have two words for you: it’s on.
Let’s face it. This winter is feeling a little bleak. We could all use some more kittens and rainbows in our lives. Also puppies.
Everyone is here because of one reason and one reason only: we love books. We love the heck out of them. And last time I checked: they’re still here.
Um, right? They are? Yes. Okay. Whew.
So to kick off positivity week, I would like to devote this post to an ode to you.
I am so incredibly thankful for the people who read and comment on this blog! Honestly, when I started this thingamajig I had no idea what to expect. These queries poured into my office and I sometimes stared at them thinking…… who are these people?
Well, now I know: You all are smart, intelligent, lively, funny, hardworking, supportive, caring, and if I may say so, you have been looking quite dashing lately.
Most importantly: Anyone who writes has my undying admiration. Writing is HARD. It’s not hard like dig a ten foot trench with a plastic spoon hard, but still, it’s HARD. It takes concentration, time, patience, and a whole lot of delayed gratification. There are things that are more fun to do than write a novel, like going to Disneyland or watching Mad Men or eating bacon (or all three at once — basically how I envision heaven), but you put those things off and stare at your notepad or computer and put words down. You’re making something.
And many of you have written novels!! Do you know how hard it is to write a freaking novel?! So many people say they’re going to write a novel someday and never do it. Many of you have done it. It’s an incredible accomplishment. It doesn’t matter how many people read it: whether it’s one person or a million it’s something that should be a source of immense pride.
Even if I sometimes feel like the Angel of Death when I’m answering queries, I hope you know that I am very thankful for the people who query me and I don’t take it at all lightly that people are putting themselves out there with their life’s work. I even (usually) get a kick out of the people who send me angry e-mails accusing me and my generation of being vain and vapid and everything that’s wrong with literature. Hey, buddy, my generation HAS our depression. We’re building character in spades. You got nothin’ on us anymore.
So check that negativity at the door. We’re getting positive, people.