Come, See Ted Lick Bob's Boots--Reb MacRath
Yeah, I know: it's the way of the world.
It goes on in the workplace:
It goes on in bodybuilding:
And it goes on in Vegas:
But in writing it seems more disconcerting. Whatever our genre, we share a blood bond: united by storms of rejections...tens of thousands of hours alone at our desks...the anguish of poor reviews...the battle to make ends meet while finding time to write...and, unlike any other art, the lack of immediate feedback.
Now and then a lone wolf like Howey or Hocking prevails. But the odds are steep; the fix seems in; and gamesmanship runs riot.
1) A writer you've championed while his career was at a low drops you the day you're no longer of use...moving on to new Hollywood friends.
2) Your Tweets Facebook posts are hijacked by 'friends' touting their own wares.
3) A colleague you've interviewed and reviewed won't give you the time of day after he's bled you completely. Turns out he doesn't like your work.
4) Change genres and your former friends may start flying off like fools.
What to do? Why, go to war!
And in choosing your allies, consider:
1) Kris Kristofferson, Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard enjoyed a real bond grounded in genuine love and respect--for each other as men and as artists. Their alliance enriched their work.
2) Real alliances are two-way streets.
3) Allies can be counted on to judge your work as yours, not theirs.
4) Allies are discreet--talk between them won't go any further.
5) Real alliances are two-way streets.
6) Allies don't use or agree to be used.
In the end, a healthy dose of luck and a few like-minded Allies may save you from coming to this: