Sunday, January 30
Mama always said, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."
Stop the bashing. Stop It. People read your blogs. Authors are trying to sell books, write books, and please a fickle audience. Isn't that enough? To be honest, I find myself grateful that my girlfriend and I have chosen self-publishing. That way I don't have to deal with all the ungrateful authors out there.
Think about it. You worked hard to be published. I know you did. You had to swim upriver through school after school of pirhanas. Then you had to get past the crocodiles, hoping one would see the masterful mind instead of the meaty flesh, letting you onto land. Finally, you found the crocodile that said, "I will not eat you as long as I like your work." Do you enjoy the time on the land? No. You infest it with prides of starving lions.
Trying to wreck someone else's career doesn't mean that yours will improve. There are authors that I pass by when buying books just because of their whole blogitude. Save the politics for senators and such. Let the books speak for themselves. If it is such a bad book, it won't sell. Basic economics. People don't say, "God, Jane. This was such a horrible book. Go out and buy it."