Let’s be honest, it’s a ridiculous title. I like ridiculous titles though, they breed curiosity at the very least (even if they do get shortened in discussion for ease and amusement – my favourite shortened title thus far is “Heartbreaking sh*tty sh*itness” – 5 points to the person who works out the full title first). So when Betty picked this for book club this month, I was at least drawn in by the title (and of course by the author’s fantastic name). And the ridiculousness of the title most definitely suits the equally ridiculous story.
A Short Look at the Future of Self-Publishing
Amid the growing whirlwind of the self-publishing world, it is easy to see why some aspiring writers think that they will be lifted off the ground of obscurity, only to land in the Technicolour world of Oz (or Authordom, if you will). The commotion around ebook publishing through sites such as Amazon and Smashwords is creating a new breed of people – those who don’t sneer at the concept of publishing your work yourself. These websites have taken away the snobbery and elitism that come with traditional publishing and replaced it with freedom, excitement, and above all: hope. Is it all a little misplaced though?
Paranoia is stood on my shoulder right at this minute. “Okay, okay,” he’s saying. “You’ve had your fun. It’s time to stop being an idiot now. It’s time to realise that you are not in fact, any good.” Paranoia is quite loud today, pounding through my head like a migraine, tap tap tapping at my temples.
Paranoia is working in much more mysterious and subtle ways today! He has wormed his way into my brain cells – the concentration ones. He has found his way in and his is slowly eating them, so as to destroy any hope I have of getting anything substantial done at all today.
I’ve almost finished the book. I’m struggling with the ending. Endings, I think, are important – as important as openings. And I truly suck at endings.
Confidence was taking a good kicking this afternoon. He was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach and spitting out blood. Paranoia was giggling like a school girl in the first flushes of a crush.
Ever seen that episode of Red Dwarf? Confidence and Paranoia? Lister gets sick and his confidence and his paranoia come out as ‘real’ hallucinations. His confidence tells him he is great and wonderful and everybody loves him whereas his paranoia tells him he is crap and rubbish and everybody hates him.