There have been a lot of idiotic things occurring in the Force lately, especially swirling around writers, publishers, and bloggers. I have wanted to address these issues in the worst way. Kind of a verbal/web slap across the face, a la Cher in Moonstruck, “Get over it!”
Let’s face it, anyone can kvetch. Anyone can take an imagined slight and build it up to a War of Outrage. Anyone can be offended by a book and mount a campaign to squelch it only because it offended her sensibilities. Anyone with a blog can have a platform.
I’m one person. I have some expertise in writing my books. I know Karen Ranney inside and out. I’m an expert at what makes her tick. (Weird feeling, to write about myself in the third person.)
Anything else I talk about? It’s my opinion only and opinions aren’t really worth all that much to other people. Oh, to the grandstanders and the kvetchers and the whiners and the outraged, their opinions are gold. They’re vital to the continuation of the species as we know it.
Only in their own minds.
An opinion: I’m really kind of tired of all the outrage on the Internet (and elsewhere). I think we should take ourselves with a large grain of salt and acquire a sense of humor. I don’t have time for outrage and I suspect people who are always that mad aren’t very much fun to be around.
An opinion: I read the beginnings of a book the other day and found myself turned off in the first two paragraphs. The heroine described herself thusly: “I was in regular need of f**king.” The hero is described as a “swell f**ker.” Not my cup of tea, which meant I didn’t have to buy it. Guess what? I didn’t have to try to destroy the writer’s career, either. Different strokes for different folks.
The temptation has been there, in the past several weeks, to let some people have it, but I realized that whatever venting I did would only be my opinion. It also occurred to me that sometimes what you don’t say is more important than what you do.
I think I’ll stick to what I know and only inflict my opinion on you periodically.