I was on one of my favorite author’s blogs the other day, and he phrased part of a post in an interesting way. I won’t call him out by name, not that he would care or even see this.
He (I’ll refer to him as “Blogger”) wrote a post about one of his friends who had recently died. The friend was a writer, a successful one. But Blogger included a statement about how even though the friend’s first manuscript was culled from the slush pile, he was considered “one of us” by this, apparently, blessed circle of writers born with an agent contract in their hand.
I’ve never thought of Blogger as the snooty type. I’ve been reading his blog for years and he always seemed like a gentle soul but this…was it a peek behind the public persona mask?
This leads me to ask – if dead writer man had skills (which he clearly did) and they were such good friends, why did that divide still exist in Blogger’s mind? Why did it matter enough to include in the post that was otherwise positive?
And what must they think of us indie writers?