So, I just read the article at Salon.com
about the peril of the midlist author (if you aren't a subscriber, then you can get a day pass and search the March 22 articles).

I think is was supposed to depress me. And yet, I am filled with a strange sense of hope. Maybe hope isn't the right word..

Vindication. Yeah, that's what it is.

You see, I've always suspected that the publishing world was a seedy as the street corner that prostitutes occupy, but I really didn't have any proof. Now, thanks to that excellent article, I have proof. It's as if I have been stumbling around a pitch black room searching for the light switch and "click" I finally find it and the room is filled with light.

The article didn't depress me. It armed me. Now, I know that the publishing world is arbitrary and vicious and cut-throat and random. If I fail to succeed as a writer, then I no longer have only myself to blame. There are inept, uninterested publicists, agents that look for ways to screw you over, and publishers that are only interested in what you can make for them.

Yeah, I know, these aren't things I didn't already know. But for some reason, reading that someone else went through what I have always suspected made working toward a writing career not so daunting.

Now I will quit rambling and let you get onto reading someone else's blog. :-)
- posted by Kim @ 5:26 AM