I’ve said before that I’m Pollyanna Pureblood, that I believe in rainbows, puppies, and all that’s good with the world.
Back in my dark cloud days I started reading everything I could about positive thinking. I knew I could make my life better. I had the drive. All I needed were the tools.
I must have gone through a thousand books, each on how to change your thoughts to change your mind. Only if you changed your mind could you change your life. I became the poster girl for the idea.
Along the way I remember some admonitions that stuck with me. One of them is to believe in yourself. Another is to not believe too much in the other guy. The message is more important than the messenger. Never give someone else power you should retain for yourself.
I think about that when I read about people going gaga over someone. When someone’s considered an “expert” in indie publishing or a “genius” in traditional publishing contracts or the “guru” of data on earnings, I narrow my eyes and watch the conversation with a great deal of skepticism. My BS meter comes straight out of the top of my head and wiggles its antenna.
Pied Pipers are everywhere. They’re in infomercials and any sales pitch be it on TV or in the boardroom. Any time anyone tells you that “he’s the one” with the answer, the result, the solution, I always look on them with a slightly cynical bent.
Beware the Pied Piper. He might play a pretty tune, but he’s almost always accompanied by rats.