I have no minefield to offer for your cruising pleasure today. No reports of mean-spirited smackdowns, no views on various hatchet jobs, not even a pithy observation about some other blogger's snitfest in progress. They're out there, but they're nothing new, just variations of the same old high-school-quality posture, sneer, lord, flame, complain, slam, and return fire.
Maybe I'm just getting too old for this nonsense, but it does get boring after a while, and I've been watching internet snits come and blow for seven years now. Seems like these days if I even glimpse mud being slung or trains being wrecked, I just click on that helpful little red box with the white X in the upper right hand corner.
It's probably Jordan's fault. She's a terrible influence on me.
I'm also feeling pretty Zen about the industry. It could be better, but it's not like the moon's turned to blood and the Four Horsemen are riding in just yet. Rookies are still signing while old pros are still selling. New novels continue to ship every month. Talent keeps emerging. I see many familiar names on the shelves at the bookstore whenever I go. It's not grinding to a halt. We're not all doomed.
Writers insist on reading, and writing. We talk and trade info and cheer and commiserate. We're not all two-legged piranha. We see a book dump with The Da Vinci Code mass market edition parked next to the refrigerated milk case in our grocery stores, and we roll our eyes, but we also wonder what it would be like to be a Dan Brown. Our industry is a sprawling city filled with all manner of shiny high rises and condos and wonderful old buildings and little efficiencies. I don't believe any of us who like living here are willing to run out of town just yet. We'd just like more than a one-room apartment overlooking the Dumpster in the alley, if possible.
I try to write interesting, spontaneous things on the back of my old StarDoc bookmarks (which I have been unloading on most of you poor unsuspecting giveaway winners for like a year now.) Today I wrote this: Write like there is no tomorrow, dream like it never ends.
What would you write on the back of your bookmark today?