That is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the blogosphere to suffer the slings and arrows of indie publishing or to take a leap of faith against a sea of naysayers and by submitting sell out. To hand over, to give up control, that’s all. And by giving up to say we end the thousand shameless promo posts the indie author is condemned to.
‘Tis an achievement discreetly to be wished. To hand over, to give up. To give up, perchance to succeed. Aye there’s the rub. For in the handing over control to others, what success may come when we have burst out of this indie bubble, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes a mockery of indie publishing.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Ammy reviews, the editor’s lack, the pride of the unpolished, the pangs of undiscovered brilliance, fame’s delay, the oscurity of rank, and the jealousy that inexplicable sales of the unworthy brings, when she herself might her own bestseller make with a mere contract?
Who would these troubles bear, to edit and design as well as write, if not for the dread of something hidden in that contract, the unknown clause from which no intellectual copyright returns, staying the hand. And makes us prefer to keep our beautiful indie book at home, rather than send it out into the big trad pub world.
Thus personal control makes indies of us all, and thus the natural inclination to submit to the big name publisher is beaten down by the thought of letting go. And novels of great wit and excellent storytelling prowess, in fear of failure, turn away from traditional publishing and sink in the pond of Ammy.
But Shhhh! The comments…
My thanks to the bard. Please, be nice, it’s all in good fun. 🙂