Hi, y’all! As per our new schedule, each of the Merry Sisters will be tackling a different subject on our extra non-fiction days, Tuesdays & Thursdays. You can find the planned topics under our user info, or you can enjoy the almost indescribable thrill of not knowing what we’re going to write about next.
Today, I’m supposed to post about something related to writing business, which I guess makes sense as I’ve been full-time since this May. After thinking over the usual suspects, I decided to post upon the unsung wisdom of shutting thy trap. The opposite condition, flapping thy jaw, is something that seems to be somewhat endemic in the unpublished writing world, and every time I see it in its unchecked glory, I cringe a little inside.
Here’s the skinny, basically. If you imagine yourself ever being a published author, ever, write every single post on your blog as if your dream editor is reading it right after you post it. And his/ her desire to say "yes ohmigod yes!" or "ummmm . . . yeah . . . how ’bout nooo" to your novel is entirely based upon that post.
Now, I’m not saying all aspiring authors should strike down all frivolous posts in their infancy. Or that your LJ should be sanitized to the point of personality-death. I’m just sayin’, those posts where you say that you’ve been rejected by 42 editors but you’re still going strong? The ones where you rip and tear other authors into tiny, but hiliarious shreds? The ones where you say you’re a terrible person and nobody will ever be your friend ever again? The ones where you say that you stayed up late last night having a threesome with your next door neighbor and the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man?
Maybe think about keeping those f-locked. Editors do want to know the real you, but they don’t want to know everything. They want to know you’re going to project a cheerful, professional face to the world if they sign you, and they want to know that you’ll be fun to work with. Because believe me, editors are reading. The weeks before I got my deal with Scholastic, I got literally hundreds of hits from folks in New York from all the publishing companies in the auction for SHIVER. Spending hours on my website and my blog. I was an investment — do you blame them? And now, I get hits from across the world as the foreign rights are considered, and my publicist at Flux will occasionally mention something that I’ve said on my blog recently.
Not to sound like a paranoid guy out in Arizona watching the sky for blue dots, but they are watching you.
So share those pumpkin pie recipes. Share those stories of standing in line at the post office. But don’t share the stories about binging on pumpkin pie after standing in line at the post office to pick up your latest rejection. Save the career suicide for folks like Lindsay Lohan, k?
Thus concludes my post on business for this week. Have fun, and shut up. 🙂