Life of db
The little quips and musings that occur in the Life of Dylan Blanchard.
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Ideas and fingertips. ink and paper.
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Post reblogged from The Writer
So sick.there’s a place hidden away between the purest of platonic love and the purest of romantic love. it is a quiet place - sometimes happy, often sad but in a beautiful way, and always nostalgic. it is the home of seeds doomed to never bloom, of suns that will not rise. it is a beautiful place to be, a place of understanding undying. it is a place of inspiration and a place to rest a weary soul.
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Pass by without a glance and leave little to chance as you carry your Eiffel. And bundle up as if it’s Nunavut (do you know where that is?) at least prince Edward island sounds “badass”.
Stroke the lion’s mane and watch out for Chris Kane as he becomes as sensational as the millions of lights that dance with more vigor than your billboarded Holly Madison.
What a place, this Vegas. Where sharpies cost but $3.75.
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Quote reblogged from Life is hard. Here is someone.So now Publishing’s at death’s door. Major houses stand on their last legs, no one’s reading, the world of words is set to implode. Or so they say.
But they’re wrong. The world of words is a-ok. It’s the old-timey business model that’s not going to cut it anymore. And as a writer, I couldn’t be happier.
What we’re seeing is the ascension of writer (Carver over Lish). Of course Publishing’s scared. They won’t be able to bait and switch a novel for a short story collection. They won’t be able to dictate terms to consumers. They won’t be able to remainder books after 90 days. But writers still need people. Most still need editors (If you don’t think you need one, it’s okay. You’ll mature.) and publicists and entourages and fashioners of bling.
Talented folks exist who know how to write but know fuck-all about anything else. And so I think we’ll see a fractured market made up of talented people doing niche work in the world of letters: folks who understand how to keep relationships. Folks who can take the rough-hewn constructs of some feral craftsman and turn it into salable furniture. Folks who know enough about logistics to get a neurotic, tweedy basket case through five mid-Atlantic cities during a modest book tour. That’s the future of publishing. Hell, that’s probably the future of everything.turbine: Publishing’s dying again?
I could not agree more.
(via meaghano)
Interestingly enough, after I have a big ole conversation with Ms Renda, no matter the topic, it’s all I see the next day (case in point: big chat about the print industry last night, and about small, niche markets). I don’t know whether I’m just seeing more clearly through the fog, or if the actual topic is the fog (shit, how deep is that?).
I love the idea of this market transformation… niches have an intriguing beauty working for them.
It’s time to Live it.
