And it might as well be me.
The internet has completely revolutionized the writing world. 20 years ago, you didn't see a lot of interaction between authors. You know those Stephen King portrayals? Of solitary authors who mostly communicate with their agents and editors? That's what it was like. Except, they were a little less crazy. A little.
Nowadays? Not so. The internet has connected writers around the world. We all know each other in some capacity, at least in my genre. We read each other's blogs, share forums and mailing lists, etc. We talk agents, advances, foreign rights, reviewers, promotion, and everything else in between. It's great. But when you get this many people--this many creative people who live inside their own heads most of the time--the inevitable has to happen.
It becomes like high school.
I have a feeling I'll get in trouble for this, but it's true. Now, the majority of writers connect with each other in sincerely friendly ways. I'm continually amazed at the number of times I've approached an author I barely know and gotten help. But, oh friends, cliques and cattiness abound. Sometimes these cliques are based on random internet connections, people who've chatted and found a connection. Some cliques are based on having the same publisher. Some on having the same agent. Some on geography. I think anyone who reads my blog for a week can figure out my posse.
Usually, everyone's nice to each other. And most of the time, you treat writers like kids you pass in the hall. You kind of know them and have no real problems. Then there are the ones that drive you crazy, like the beautiful popular girls who put on a fake face for the world and then likely sleep with your boyfriend. There are the ones you want to punch because you know they cheated on that exam. There are the cheerleaders who get mad that you aren't showing more school spirit. There are the quarterbacks whose attention you'd do anything to get. There are the ones who cut class to go smoke. And of course, there are the band students.
It's a crazy world, I tell you, and sometimes it's wearying. I thought I'd have a solitary job when I got into this business, and I'm glad I don't. I adore my friends and am so glad they have my back. But man, the politics and drama rival that in our books somedays.
Gotta run. Caitlin and I are so going off campus for lunch today.
The internet has completely revolutionized the writing world. 20 years ago, you didn't see a lot of interaction between authors. You know those Stephen King portrayals? Of solitary authors who mostly communicate with their agents and editors? That's what it was like. Except, they were a little less crazy. A little.
Nowadays? Not so. The internet has connected writers around the world. We all know each other in some capacity, at least in my genre. We read each other's blogs, share forums and mailing lists, etc. We talk agents, advances, foreign rights, reviewers, promotion, and everything else in between. It's great. But when you get this many people--this many creative people who live inside their own heads most of the time--the inevitable has to happen.
It becomes like high school.
I have a feeling I'll get in trouble for this, but it's true. Now, the majority of writers connect with each other in sincerely friendly ways. I'm continually amazed at the number of times I've approached an author I barely know and gotten help. But, oh friends, cliques and cattiness abound. Sometimes these cliques are based on random internet connections, people who've chatted and found a connection. Some cliques are based on having the same publisher. Some on having the same agent. Some on geography. I think anyone who reads my blog for a week can figure out my posse.
Usually, everyone's nice to each other. And most of the time, you treat writers like kids you pass in the hall. You kind of know them and have no real problems. Then there are the ones that drive you crazy, like the beautiful popular girls who put on a fake face for the world and then likely sleep with your boyfriend. There are the ones you want to punch because you know they cheated on that exam. There are the cheerleaders who get mad that you aren't showing more school spirit. There are the quarterbacks whose attention you'd do anything to get. There are the ones who cut class to go smoke. And of course, there are the band students.
It's a crazy world, I tell you, and sometimes it's wearying. I thought I'd have a solitary job when I got into this business, and I'm glad I don't. I adore my friends and am so glad they have my back. But man, the politics and drama rival that in our books somedays.
Gotta run. Caitlin and I are so going off campus for lunch today.
- Location:The desk
- Mood:
indescribable



Comments
So, wanna meet up behind the band hall later?
Can I copy off you? I've got a lot of work left to do on Shadow Kiss before it's due...
Then again...no hair bands this time. That might be an improvement worth noting.
Now I don't know what all the cool kids are talking about.
Dammit
Jaci
http://www.jaciburton.com
Or do I?
My point is that because y'all are here, I've bought books I would not have. I rushed out and bought your book, the one in your icon, because Richelle recommended it. (I haven't read it yet, but I will.) And I bought Richelle's books after reading her LJ. Ditto for Elizabeth Bear and Cherie Priest and Sarah Monette.
Blogging shouldn't be about promoting your books (or just promoting them -- I do want to know when something new is out). If someone online is interesting, I'll buy their book if I like their blog. So, pbbbbtt to the anti-bloggers.
I also meant to add a thank you for buying my books b/c of the blog! That's actually really cool to know because I put an insane amount of time into some of these posts. So, it means a lot to know they do me proud. Thanks!!
*runs off to hunt down Robin Hobb's rant*
And heh, don't forget the people that you think are cool, but no one can know that you hang out with them because your rep would be shredded. ;)
(I like Kat's answer best, I think.)
But we too have our "posse" and in general I have never been treated badly by an author.But I will say you Seattle writers treat us so good it's unreal. So I guess we may not be the popular kids, more like the kids that hang out in the park that the popular kids get help with their homework from?
Did that make sense?
Synde
--Sims, Midtown High's only professional wallflower.