Since we're up to the "N" word today, and since I'm obliged to close with a parting shot at PublishAmerica (until I get to the end of the alphabet), I believe I'll go with one of my favorite words -- No.
If I were downtrodden and woebegone, just sprung from a "cult," would I exchange one "cult" for another? No.
If I were liberal-minded and free-thinking, would I be comfortable in a restrictive, heavily censored environment? No.
If I were functionally illiterate, would I have attempted to write a book? No.
If I were fully illiterate, would I presume to run a writers' site? No.
If I were a bully at heart, could I behave for long at a tea party? No.
If I smiled and charmed you to your face while scamming you from the rear, would you respect me? No, not if you have any sense.
Is it true that way too many people with one connection or another to PublishAmerica (directly or indirectly, pro or con) do all of the above and more? Why, yes, it is.
Can I stomach it? Why, hell, no! Do I look crazy to you?
When it comes to cults and hypocrisy and sanctimony and PublishAmerica, please -- Just Say No.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
1 comment:
Thanks so much! I'm happy as a clam that I got my contract rescinded in April and can now legitimately call myself an exPAtriate.
I'm linking to your blog as well. It's terrific.
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