Enter epublishing, Amazon.com (monopoly-in-training), and suddenly self-publishing becomes as easy as wiping one's ass. Unfortunately, the results are about the same. Both need to be flushed, but only one finds that fate.
Writers can fool themselves into thinking they're fighting the good fight by circumventing the traditional methods of publication. But by and large the reason for self-publishing is simple: their work is so bad that no one other than themselves would seek to put that crap into the light of print.
I hope to see it end. Diminishing sales and slowing monetary returns are the only things that will eventually shut down this flood of idiots. They can give away as many Kindles as they please. They can tweet and post on Facebook to their heart's content. But the fact is that their work is terrible stuff and the reason they self-publish is because the work doesn't deserve to be published.
I've compared the tidal wave of fecal fiction now flooding the markets to the crap that hit comic book sales when suddenly people with no talent to write or illustrate discovered that it was relatively simple to self-publish their horrid little comic books. For a while, a lot of those people made out like bandits. But, eventually, the party ended. Today, there are still self-published comic books, but it's no longer a fad and there are not stacks of the crap on the stands at comic shops gathering deserved dust. And those no-talents went back to their jobs at Kwik-E-Mart.
Your self-published novels suck. Yeah, you can get your mommy and daddy and siblings and cabal of self-published circle jerks to leave you five-star reviews. You can get your pals and co-workers to pump up the sales and fool the public for a while. But in the end your work is shit and no one likes to smell shit.
Do us all a favor and stop smearing it around.
|"My self-published pals will do anything I tell them to do."|