Gather round, kiddies, and let me tell you a tale of woe! Recently, some white lady wrote a novel about some Mexicans. Oprah Winfrey swooned over it and gave her official endorsement and said white lady cashed in. Stephen King and Sandra Cisneros both gave it their official seal of approval and Ka-fuckin-ching, kids. The lady is rich and a movie deal is in the works. The internet, as is custom these days, pissed and shit themselves silly over it. The result? A clusterfuck of fashionably late, butthurt victim culture, best sellers galore and the cherry picking of sacrificial lambs. Huzzah.
Note: I am not going to link any of the “woke” butthurt articles here about this lady’s book or screenshot any tweets. There’s a bunch. Do your homework. The work in question is called American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins. Look it up.
I posted the following on my Instagram account the other day:
Dear people crying foul over this book:
You have a point but here’s the thing; Yes, we have a voice that the mainstream ignores, but it’s fucking hypocritical to complain when WE don’t support our own voices! Ask me how I know! It’s fucking ridiculous to watch people bitch and moan about not having our voices heard when WE routinely ignore them ourselves and then wonder why we are invisible. Fuckin’ dummies. Spare me your butthurt and victim complex. 🙄 Continue reading American Butthurt→
I’m not dead…yet. Still here – I’ve been quietly stewing over the perpetual chaos that we live in here in The Matrix and considering yet again throwing my phone in the ocean. But! I wanted to chime in here for a quick moment with you all and comment on the super duper long and continued slow death of print. The latest victim? Lowrider Magazine.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not the biggest fan of LRM in the world. To be honest, I stopped reading their rag in the late 90s. Sure, I doodled the logo incessantly in high school and even went to a few shows [INSERT EYES EMOJI HERE]. I even owned a lowrider and lived the “lowrider lifestyle” for a short time before succumbing to my own madness. But, as I’ve written about before, I was more interested in the girls than the cars. I often wonder if the magazine suffered the same issue… Continue reading The super duper long and continued slow death of print→
The older I get the more I feel like I repeat myself. It’s a weird feeling as a writer, especially if you’ve written a ton of stuff and haven’t organized it very well. You start to ask yourself: Did I already write about that? Have I said that before? Twice? Three times?? I know I’m guilty of that and in my mind I feel like some geezer who tells his same war stories over and over to family rolling their eyes back in their heads…bah! Like I said, it’s a weird feeling but indulge me here for a bit while I talk about my experience as a publisher.
Recently, a fellow writer and aspiring publisher asked me for some advice on the business. He asked me what BSP could do for him that he couldn’t achieve on his own as a self-publisher. It’s a great question and I had to be completely honest with him: not much. At least, not any more. Continue reading Publishing pariah→