…he is, so I’ll just type it.
Whenever possible, I try to stay away from negativity-loaded posts. But life is a circle that needs the good, the bad and the ridiculous to keep the wheel spinning. Also, I need to vent before I implode.
You guys know I’ve spent the last three weeks working like an insane person on AlmaMia Cienfuegos. It has been a lot of work—satisfying work, but my mind and bones care little about the difference. You, my Wicked Darlings, my Piano Man and other wonderful people have made the process easier and the publication possible.
Yet, some of my writer friends didn’t even answer my emails when I asked if they wanted to help. Shocking, isn’t it? But that isn’t the bad part, the bit that set my blood on fire happened earlier today. A friend—and I’m using the word so loosely that it can barely hold itself together—emailed me this morning. Actually, let me be more specific, he replied to this message, which I sent a couple of weeks ago:
Magaly: “Hey X, I know you are busy, but would you please read this manuscript for me? I have to publish it in a few days, and I’ve read it so many times that the words are beginning to run together. I’m sure I can no longer see the mistakes. Please get back to me ASAP. I really need this one.”
I got no reply. For almost three weeks… then this morning:
Friend X: “How is my favorite blogger and fiction writer in the world? Hope life is kissing all the right places. Need a favor gal. I’m publishing a collection of shorts, a couple of poems, essays; not sure ‘bout the latter yet. It’s all good and put together. Just need promotion. Should I give books to your readers? Not sure how it all works. Would appreciate review. You’re awesome. Friend X out!”
I read that email many times. I couldn’t believe it. Is he serious? At first, I wasn’t going to reply, but you know what? I’m not that kind of person. I have to say what’s in mind and heart. Feelings rot and die if one doesn’t bring them to light. I don’t want to stink. My message was short:
Magaly: “X, I don’t want to say that you are an inconsiderate bastard, but considering that it will remain true even if I don’t, I will go ahead and type it anyway: you are a selfish son of a mother. And you must have mistaken me for someone else; someone really stupid.
I’ve been well, thanks for asking. My friends have helped me with AlmaMia Cienfuegos. Best of luck with your publication; I hope your friends are half as good as mine. If not, well, you’ll see…
Wow, I feel much better already. A bit of venting goes a long way, doesn’t it? Hm, while the venting is good, I should take care of another issue:
About Getting Reviewed at Pagan Culture
Lately, I’ve been getting many, many, many review requests from strangers. Let me share a line or three from the most, um, interesting messages these last few weeks:
1. “Dear Megaly, I read your blog all the time. Your perspective is impressive, thought provoking and unique. I am convinced your great mind will devour my book about… and never forget it. Would you be interested in reviewing it?” No, I would not. And you haven’t read Pagan Culture. If you had, you would spell my name correctly (I hope) and would have known that I’m allergic to bullshit.
2. “Blessed Be! I am not Wiccan, but I have enjoyed your blog for so long that I feel the pull. My book…” What a coincidence, I’m not Wiccan either. How weird that you’ve never noticed, since you “have enjoyed [Pagan Culture] for so long.”
3. “I’m attaching a free copy of Author X’s spiritual thriller. Many are talking about how [the author] is showing that the viciousness behind [insert name of mainstream religion many people love to spit on]…. In our experience, pagans, witches in particular, will see this book as a bible…” You obviously don’t know us—in particular, you don’t know me—and you haven’t taken the time to read Pagan Culture, a blog about conversation, words, friends of all paths, and overall NOT about the sentiments you are trying to promote. You are rude. I feel bad for anyone who is paying you money to advertise his or her work.
Now, my Wicked Darlings, do I have to tell you why I haven’t replied to any of the emails containing the quotes above? I don’t like lazy people. I understand that in this age of literary abundance it is very difficult to get one’s work out there, which is why I applaud writers who take the time to make real connections with readers and with other writers.
I don’t say that I only review the work of people who follow Pagan Culture because I want people following my blog (although that’s nice). I require that bit because I want to know something about the person behind the work. In most cases, I fall for the art and the mind behind it at the same time.
I don’t want to sound harsh, but truths should be shown as they are. I wish I had time to research random works, and share their goodness with the world. However, if I did that for everyone, I would have no time to write my own tales.
So, my Wicked Darlings, have you experienced any of the above lately? Ever? Do share… at this moment, I really need to know that I’m not just a hurt jerk.
Yes, her boobs are ginormous, as big as my head. I couldn't believe it either.
And yes, this has little to do with this post, but I didn't have another picture that said:
"Can you believe this crap?" as effectively as this one does.