Monday I met with a group of writers for a plotting party. One of the conversations we had was, “Don’t be a doormat.” It had to do with a writer struggling to get a contract and jumping through hoops. So we talked about how as ‘business people’ we have to set limits and walk away when the time comes. And we should all know ahead of time what that limit is.
Perhaps the reason the industry treats us like crap is because we let them. We want people to like what we’ve created so badly, it overwhelms our good sense and judgment.
If you let people walk all over you, they will. Since many of us wrestle with insecurities, we also have to realize that these get in our way of making sound and practical business and career decisions.
Anyway, the conversation fired me up to tend to some business of my own this week that was becoming a thorn. I transformed from mild-mannered author to pain-in-the-ass-I’ll-ruin-your-day-week-career-businesswoman. And I’m glad I did.
If you contract for services and business, be a professional, and demand those you do business with behave like a professional. This includes keeping clients / partners informed and being in constant communication. This includes carrying out your promises in a timely fashion.
Whatever it may mean to you, someone else does not see their business as a game or hobby to be toyed with by excuses and lameness. It took that conversation to remind me that I was behaving like a doormat and it was inexcusable. In the corporate world, I never would have taken that crap. Never. So I’m not going to take it in this business either. And I suggest you don’t.
Can you tell I was pissed off when I wrote this?
Imaginary Friends with Annalisa Crawford
Annalisa Crawford is hosting the imaginary friends bloghop today.
I didn’t really have an imaginary friend, but I had an imaginary stable. At barely 8 years old, I started horseback riding and it was a love affair that lasted throughout my youth. I had many lovely books of horses, and I would give them names and put them in my stable. I drew detailed layouts of my mega ranch with many barns, pastures, and pens. I don’t think there was a house. But what does a house matter?
When I wasn’t with real horses, I kept my imaginary horses with me. One I named Wesco and I even wrote a short story about him. What imaginary friends kept you company when you were young?
Celebrate the Small Things
Every Friday, Vicklit of Scribblings of an Aspiring Author hosts the celebrate the small things blog hop.
I met with some author friends Monday night for a plotting party and enjoyed some great company and shop talk.
I’m grateful my brain still works and comes up with new ideas. During my lull, I came up with a new series idea and a new novel. All I need is the time to write them.
I’m also happy the Husband Unit is well and healthy. And he still listens to me jabber on about my books. Everyday.
Tomorrow I’m helping to judge a 4th grade writing contest. Can’t wait to read the entries from our future colleagues.
Boomtown came back from the editor as promised. My lull is over. I enjoyed it while it lasted. But I’m also happy to be that much closer to getting my next book out. I’m aiming for March 4th.
And SQEEEE! My shiny, new book covers have arrived. :D :D :D
Have a great weekend everybody!