“Everyone wants to be read. But what do you do when they only read between the lines… and with ulterior motives?”
Writing is like sex: you do it best when you’re alone and not thinking about anyone else. But publishing? Publishing is like a badly planned party – full of people you don’t even know why they’re there, yet everyone pretends to enjoy it.
Last week, I got a rejection from a publisher where I actually know the technical editor. Not the chief editor, not the PR person – the technical editor. He sent me a letter starting with “Dear Author” (of course), cold and templated, but he added one sentence with a smile:
“Your style is provocative, but unfortunately does not fit our current line.” Translation: “You’re too alive for our literary graveyard.”
Welcome to LitPorno – the place where every manuscript has a back, but no protection.
