Note: this will be a multi-post arc on the theme of storycrafting versus publishing. Hope you enjoy.
Long, long ago (we’re talking late 1980s early 1990s) when we called vanity publishers “vanity publishers”, I knew a fellow who just had to get his book in print. I think the title was “The Decapitation Project”. We were in a workshop together and it didn’t matter what he submitted, everything got back to The Decapitation Project and how it was based on fact and the government had a secret lab where they were keeping heads alive.
You mean like Donovan’s Brain?
“That was a book. The Decapitation Project is real.”
A friend told me they saw him at a con with a table selling copies of his book (again, decades ago).
His self-published book.
Except back then we called it “vanity published” and it was something one only admitted to if asked.
When you had a gun pointed at your head.
If then.
Continue reading “Can I be honest about your writing? (Part 1 – Oh, the Vanity of it all!)”