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February 09, 2010


At Phoenicia, James (http://coyotemercury.com/blog1) writes:

This really an interesting piece and it touches on a lot of what I've been thinking about lately as I send out my own work. Last night, I was wrestling with the decision to submit a batch of poems or post them on my site. I wound up sending them off, but a part of me wishes I'd just posted them on my own site. Does this make me an unserious writer? I don't know, because I'm very serious about craft not so much about the business side, I guess. When I think about online as opposed to print publishing, I tend to prefer seeking out online journals mainly because a good one might pull more readers than print ones. I often hear/read that print journals are mainly read by those whose work has been published there. I don't even know if that's true or not, but it seems likely. I completely agree with your 3rd point about the need to support short runs and chaps. Most of my book buying lately has been in those areas, but I am trying to shop a novel around to agents, which leaves me very conflicted about all of this. This comment is getting too long. Thanks for this essay and I look forward to reading more in this series in the hopes it will help me work out my own thinking on these issues.

Elizabeth (http://www.elizabethenslin.com) writes:

It's refreshing to read a piece on the future of publishing that includes a thoughtful analysis of capitalism. There's a lot to mull over here. I'll be back.

...there are a number of additional perceptive comments at the Phoenicia site.

Perhaps we need more of this kind of thing:

Hi Beth, it's been a while since I've looked at your blog. I'm always so glad when I do, and grateful to you for all you do.

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