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Ridin Away From Your Sh*t Like TooDaLoo (A Colo LASO fragment)
"So you're saying that you got a publisher?" his brother squinted as he did his best not to yell.
"I'm saying that it doesn't work like that anymore. Now if you have a decent proofreader and can push it straight through to a printable and presentable product it generally finds its way onto someone's shelf somewhere." Satu was yelling; his friend was legally deaf, had fallen on somewhat hard times and lost one of his $1,800 hearing aids. The other was in a bad state of disrepair but that was a fairly moot point since it had been quite a while since the hearing loss and now they were standing over a sand pit said had at least two caterpillar D11R earth movers running at all times.
"So basically what you're saying is all it needs to be as good, complete and make some sense?" his brother from another mother nodded and added, in thought.
"Precisely. Fact of the matter is that the market, right now, is absolutely flooded with garbage to the point that even the huge publishers can't find anyone that produces much of anything they can shove enough of in a binding so that it looks like something beautiful because brass tacks and bald facts, most of it is just garbage. Sure there is an entry fee to pay and more than not you have to produce work that's package and attractive enough to make someone want it but at least whenever it's your money on the barrelhead you can turn out the work that you want to. The real proof in the pudding here is that the underground sub current of the real writers who, whenever they were teenagers, wrote pretty good fanfiction are now writing great work and work that other people who are on the same page want to read. The big producers who have been sitting in their office, cut off from reality? They don't have a clue who those...
"I'm saying that it doesn't work like that anymore. Now if you have a decent proofreader and can push it straight through to a printable and presentable product it generally finds its way onto someone's shelf somewhere." Satu was yelling; his friend was legally deaf, had fallen on somewhat hard times and lost one of his $1,800 hearing aids. The other was in a bad state of disrepair but that was a fairly moot point since it had been quite a while since the hearing loss and now they were standing over a sand pit said had at least two caterpillar D11R earth movers running at all times.
"So basically what you're saying is all it needs to be as good, complete and make some sense?" his brother from another mother nodded and added, in thought.
"Precisely. Fact of the matter is that the market, right now, is absolutely flooded with garbage to the point that even the huge publishers can't find anyone that produces much of anything they can shove enough of in a binding so that it looks like something beautiful because brass tacks and bald facts, most of it is just garbage. Sure there is an entry fee to pay and more than not you have to produce work that's package and attractive enough to make someone want it but at least whenever it's your money on the barrelhead you can turn out the work that you want to. The real proof in the pudding here is that the underground sub current of the real writers who, whenever they were teenagers, wrote pretty good fanfiction are now writing great work and work that other people who are on the same page want to read. The big producers who have been sitting in their office, cut off from reality? They don't have a clue who those...
