All right, I’m disgruntled. I know some people think I’m too upbeat, but today I’m just out of sorts, irked, annoyed.
The con I’m going to this weekend has been having an epic explosion of out of control chaos, and it’s been unpleasant all around. I keep having to take a deep breath and remind myself that they are volunteers, they are students, it will be all right, it will be fun. I will get to talk about Firefly and I’ve been put on a panel about how nerd girls rule.
Yeah, I know all that, but you know what? I don’t like chaos, I don’t like having to deal with crap, and this has been an epic fail at conrunning on their part. I think all the guests are wondering what the hell is going on.
My bestest writing partner and dear friend doesn’t think I’m making a wise career decision about my work. Well, you know what? He’s right, yes, but there’s a time where it’s not about the goddamned market. Sometimes you have to write the story that wants to be written, and fuck the industry. And I’ll be damned before I write to market, because we all know that means vampires. Fucking vampires. I’m not going to do it.
And I might not ever sell again, and it’s making me really irritated! Okay, yes, I have a book coming out this year but I want the one I’m working on to wow the world too!
My dayjob deleted my work blog. WTF? I cannot believe it. I still don’t know what that was about. The blog was about the Atlas Shrugged movie, and the connection to Alan Greenspan (and Ayn Rand acolyte). So it was completely relevant to the business world. And! You guys, as soon as I posted it, it got a comment in like five minutes. It must have been a record!
Honestly, I hate objectivism as much as the next liberal business writer, but there are people who think it’s a valid economic system!
My neighborhood has been experiencing a crime wave of house break-ins. I swear to God, any petty thief who comes around this house had better hope I am not at home, because I am NOT IN THE MOOD for this shit.
I emailed an agent on Monday, and she hasn’t emailed me back. Look, even I know that one is utterly ridiculous, but I’m still annoyed. And the agent I was going to email next is closed to queries, and now I don’t know if that means me, or if because I have a track record I can cut to the head of the line, or what.
And the industry is changing all around me, and I just want it to stand still so I can catch my breath. The Google settlement, the shift in the balance of power to self-publishing, it’s all going too fast. Come on, just stop so I can sell books, okay? That’s all I want.
This day has just sucked all around.