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Jun. 5th, 2010 11:23 amNggggh. I am awake, but I'm not happy about it.
Last night's event went off reasonably well, I think. It was crowded, though, about 115 people meant in a space with a max capacity of 100. BossBoss sent me home before the end purely so there would be one less body in the room, though I think also he probably saw that I was looking a little worn around the edges. I've had my share of good and bad bosses in my working life, but I've been lucky in that my good bosses haven't just been competent people, they've been kind and perceptive as well.
I had written a whole big thing here about the YA novel and how I'm working on something that's still vague but slowly shaping up. But a lot of it was navel-gazing about the mental difference between professional publishing and self-publishing, and why when people say "You should send this to an agent" I still reply with ambivalence. It was pretty gratuitous, so whatever, the point is that 1. I am a stubborn fucker who spent the first twenty years of his life pleasing other people so that I could spend the next forty pleasing myself, and 2. the system as it stands is basically designed to screw publishers, who then are forced by economic necessity to screw their authors, which in turn denies a great deal of diversity to readers.
I am home today awaiting Crazy Awesome Irish Super, who needs to do some kind of inspection regarding the broken pipe from earlier in the week. Given that the whole point of being home is to be able to greet him and keep an eye on what he's doing, I should probably get dressed...
Last night's event went off reasonably well, I think. It was crowded, though, about 115 people meant in a space with a max capacity of 100. BossBoss sent me home before the end purely so there would be one less body in the room, though I think also he probably saw that I was looking a little worn around the edges. I've had my share of good and bad bosses in my working life, but I've been lucky in that my good bosses haven't just been competent people, they've been kind and perceptive as well.
I had written a whole big thing here about the YA novel and how I'm working on something that's still vague but slowly shaping up. But a lot of it was navel-gazing about the mental difference between professional publishing and self-publishing, and why when people say "You should send this to an agent" I still reply with ambivalence. It was pretty gratuitous, so whatever, the point is that 1. I am a stubborn fucker who spent the first twenty years of his life pleasing other people so that I could spend the next forty pleasing myself, and 2. the system as it stands is basically designed to screw publishers, who then are forced by economic necessity to screw their authors, which in turn denies a great deal of diversity to readers.
I am home today awaiting Crazy Awesome Irish Super, who needs to do some kind of inspection regarding the broken pipe from earlier in the week. Given that the whole point of being home is to be able to greet him and keep an eye on what he's doing, I should probably get dressed...
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