I think that's the thing, isn't it - having the chutzpah to wave your writing under people's noses, repeatedly, until they pay attention. Time was you only had to worry about being a performing monkey for publishers, and maybe the odd print reviewer, but now you have to be dancing in a fez to bookblogs, review sites and the populace at large.
I should think that there'll be about the same amount of background noise as there is on Myspace/Bandcamp/Android Market - I tend to find media-objects through other people going 'You'll like this' rather than wandering into a shop (of physical or virtual nature) and picking up something randomly.
The people who'll drown in the vomit-wave of slush will be the book-bloggers. (Of course, an enterprising book-blogger would keep an editor and artist on hand to help the author. For a percentage, of course.)
The missus went a-drinking with some other mum-types in Tewkesbury and came back expressing surprise that everybody in Tewkesbury seemed to know everybody else.
Whereas I expressed surprised that everybody in Tewkesbury wasn't related to everybody else.
It's fine living here, but... the flood plains enclose the gene-pool, if you get my driftwood.
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My son chewed for a while. Disgusting. Thankfully, it was a passing phase.
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The people who'll drown in the vomit-wave of slush will be the book-bloggers.
(Of course, an enterprising book-blogger would keep an editor and artist on hand to help the author. For a percentage, of course.)
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Whereas I expressed surprised that everybody in Tewkesbury wasn't related to everybody else.
It's fine living here, but... the flood plains enclose the gene-pool, if you get my driftwood.
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