After thirty (collective) years in the book business, you’d think we’d have developed writers’ festival fatigue. The packed schedules of readings, author events, and parties are their own form of marathon. But although the festival circuit is busy, it’s also incredibly energizing; it never fails to raise our spirits and reignite our excitement about the book world.
We’re still smiling about last week’s announcement that Canadian short-story writer Alice Munro won the Nobel Prize for Literature. We’re thrilled that she’s the first Canadian to be granted the prize, and that she’s made the (short) list of female recipients a bit longer, but those are not our only causes for celebration.
Never mind who killed JFK and whether 9/11 was an inside job. Here’s a new conspiracy for you. At a recent writers’ workshop we attended, a participant told us that she suspected traditional publishers had funded this blog post besmirching renowned self-publishing authors for purchasing Amazon reviews of their books.
You’re danger junkies. Gluttons for punishment. Moths to a flame.
Such was the response from concerned family and friends when we announced our plan to launch a publishing agency.
And who could blame them?
