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The amount of publishers NOT accepting submissions or “unsolicited” manuscripts is, by all measures, ridiculous.
It seems that every other publisher is either flooded with submissions or simply cannot afford accepting any new ones. They’ve all got big back catalogues to go through. A phenomenon, in my opinion, that is rather dangerous in scale.
I mean, can this all really be true? Not one single publisher out there willing to take on manuscripts or submissions from writers? I wonder how many writers there are in the world? With this rate (and I’m stating one particular publisher’s quote that they’re receiving no less than TWENETY manuscripts per week! Another has a full editorial calendar and would only accept new submissions during the fourth quarter of 2006!!!), I’m guessing that a little over half of the population of the planet are writers, or at least people who at one point of the other decided to have a whack at this writing lark and jot themselves a novel and send it out to those “publisher” guys!
Flippin’ Heck! That’s wicked!
And I’m here talking mostly about the small-time publishers. I won’t even touch upon the big guns in the industry, oh no sir, these are too busy securing multi-million deals with people like Bill Clinton and Colin Powell and Robbie Williams!
How I feel sorry for those little publishing houses, you can’t blame them can you? They are small and their capabilities are limited, but I feel that they are the ones that are keeping at least a speck of hope to those “real” writers, new and unknown, who wouldn’t even be given a second glance by most major publishers.
But, now that I think of it, there might be some greater comfort for the like of us, us little pitiful writers. Think back and look at the great classics of our modern times. Most were either self-published by small-time authors.
One can draw comparison with that olden age when the greats of literature produced their finest works, only to be fully recognized by the common readers later on. Today, we might have he greatest masterpiece of our time already published, but we wouldn’t know of it. Because maybe it was self published or taken by a small publisher, using P.O.D. technology and such.
At least it will be there, perhaps to be found on an old stack of books, thrown in a cardboard box on the middle of a filthy street, fifty years from now, by a lonely reader eager to find a treasure in a book that is neither artificial nor commercial (something that is already becoming more of a rarity).
Our culture/history feeds on underground, on things “indie”. It celebrates the underdogs. Pop might be the master of the present, but it’s meant to be consumed instantly, chewed to the bone then tossed aside and forgotten about, leaving the scene empty for those more eccentric and “indie” like creatures, who are more than happy to wait it out, anticipate their moment and seizing it into their clutches.
If we implement the same concept to music it will be the equivalent of pop music against rock ‘n’ punk. Pop music might sell millions, but it is pointless, unoriginal, and consumer-driven and has nothing new to offer or say or add to human civilization and culture, on the other hand Rock ‘n’ Punk music has a purpose, is original, full of spirit, and certainly has something to say.
So, my fellow small-time, self-published writers, we may not be rich, and facing the facts, we may never be, but at least we are original; a thought that ought to keep us going longer than any “pop”ers around!