SPaM and Editors
One of the most frustrating things about self-publishing a novel on Amazon is the rule that you can’t promote your own book in their forums. I suppose I get it; I mean, who wants to log on and listen to someone prattle on and on about their staggering work of genius when all you want to do is get a word in edge wise about how your work is better (ok, maybe this is just me). Well I’ve come up with an idea.
WELCOME TO…SPaM!
Shameless Promotion Monday! I decided to take my fear of belief in Karma and offer my blog post on Mondays to someone who wants to be heard; be it writer, artist, musician, blogger, what have you. I hope to do this every Monday so if you or anyone you know is interested then shoot me an email at: heellisgoa@gmail.com and we’ll take it from there. Stay tuned for next Monday’s installment with our first secretly awesome guest. Until then enjoy:
ODE TO AN EDITOR
How I wish I had the courage to kill you, my darling. Oh, to have the strength to give you what you ask! Alas, my beloved, I am weak. You cannot imagine how it pained me to remove your feet. Surely you understand the sacrifices we must make for our love!
It all started so beautifully, did it not? That glorious day when at long last you chose me! I hardly believed it myself. Oh how you teased me, renaming my novel and asking your silly questions. How did you know the pleasure I would receive, seeing your words in red intertwined with mine? So why, oh why did it have to end?
Did my novelty wear off after only one revision?! Did you think I wouldn’t notice you had moved on to another? Did you think I wouldn’t recognize your words in red?
I recognized you. I recognized you because you belong to me.
I do not blame you for straying, my darling. You are just an editor, after all, easily swayed by proper grammar and strict adherence to word counts. I forgive you your frailties. But I see now that I have to protect you and our love from the seductive, literary succubi who covet your red ink for themselves.
Please do not cry, my sweet. You shall not miss your hands for long!
Just as you gave yourself to me, I shall become you. I will sacrifice my own identity and assume yours as a testament to our devotion to each other. I will destroy these usurpers of our love with your own beautiful, red pen. Oh how it will pain me to mingle my words with theirs.
But love is pain my darling, as you well know.
