Why Do We Publish?

Why Do We Publish?just sayit makes me want to not publish sometimes.
A major "character" in Mark Salzman's firstSo why publish?
autobiography is hisfather. Sometimes his father paints.I've entered the EPPIES three times, and been a finalist
But his father hatespainting. He likes it when his paintingthreetimes. The second time one of my books was an
is done. He likes havingpainted. But the act of paintingEPPIE finalist, Imade some wisecrack in an author's
itself is, in his opinion, abig pain in the backside.egroup about how "finalist" isa synonym for "loser" and
Nobody reading this approaches writing like that, dowas raked over the coals.
they? I knowOops!
I don't. Of all my experiences as an author, whacking(Maybe I annoyed entrants who weren't finalists. I'd
those wordsdown onto the paper is the best of thealwayswondered if they existed...)
best. Always has been,always will be. Even though ISo let's say I'm not publishing for money or awards.
cut most of them. I like creating.They singa siren song to new authors which this jaded
I've quoted Hemingway before. Long periods ofold bastard quithearing long ago. I got all that out of my
thinking, shortperiods of writing. These days, my thinkingsystem in the previousmillenium. So why do I still
takes longer and myperiods of writing are getting lesspublish? What are my rewards? Letme mention a
frequent, but both stillhappen, and I still love creatingfew.
something from nothing.A psychologist turned English teacher formed a
If it weren't for me, you would never read the wordswomen's readinggroup at the university where we
you'rereading right now. Nobody else would ever writeonce worked together in China.
them. And theycontain my thoughts. Through time andHer concept was women readers, women writers. But
space, better thantelepathy, you hear what I'm saying.the first bookthe group ever discussed was my very
So, there's one reason to write, isn't it? The biggie, ifown RISING FROM THE ASHES,which is about Mom.
youask me. I write what I do because I can't NOTMy only foray into "women's literature." Icouldn't attend
write it. I may beclarifying my thoughts in my ownthe reading group, since I'm a guy, but my wifewas
head. But, most certainly, I'mjust so moved by thosethere. What I learned about my book is priceless, as
thoughts that I must put them on paper.isknowing what those young students discussed
They're in me and they have to get out, kinda likebecause of my writing.
those crittersin the ALIEN movies.Issues of such depth that I'd be proud to inspire any
Is this the only reason to write? Because I want to zapstudent, inany country, in any language, to tackle them.
mythoughts into your heads? I don't know. But let meI used to work on North Carolina hog farms. I enjoyed
change thequestion. Is this a reason to publish? Whythe companyof some damn fine people at every one
not write your booksand stick them in a filing cabinetof them. Hog farming is hardwork. This isn't the
like Sean Connery did in thefilm FINDINGbackyard family farm, folks, this is 13people with 98
FORRESTER? Write it, express it, file it away.boars, 3500 sows, and all the babies they can make.
Whypublish it?One of my toughest coworkers was a lesbian who
(It's okay if you haven't seen this obscure little gem. Icould break Xena inhalf, and my one foray into writing
willexplain all.)horror gave her nightmares.
In fact, there are writers who do exactly that. SomeI don't consider myself a poet, and I believe most of
fearrejection or criticism. We hear about themthe readingworld agrees with me. But I have published
whenever we pop into awriting workshop. But I don't6 poems. There is onethat a hog farm coworker
think there are very many of them.insists will be read at his funeral.
I have trouble picturing someone who can spendDon't ask me why he was planning his funeral during
months (years?)doing something as essentiallyour lunchbreak because I have no idea. But, well, I
egotistical as writing a novel,but who is fundamentallyguess I'm invited, ina manner of speaking.
lacking in any sort of self-confidence.Master Pizza, 30th Street, Tampa, Florida. A bunch of
Naw, they're thinking posterity but lack the stones todrunken
admit it.Italian relatives reading one of my less-than-serious
At times I've got an inferiority complex I wouldn'tpoems ALOUDbetween pitchers of beer. It was like a
dream ofwhacking onto your shoulders, but it wasJoe Dolce moment.
absent when I wrote mybooks. During the act ofI was working as a security guard in a particularly
writing itself, you think, "My words arebetter than yourunpleasantplace. This was 20 years ago, I think. A
words." You do. You feel that you must recordyourfellow guard read one ofmy short stories. It is, by far,
thoughts because they're that much better than most.the most allegorical thing I'veever written. I can't tell you
That'swhat writing is. So, I would say that by definitionhow many times I've thought aboutthrowing it out. But
the authorisn't ALWAYS plagued by self-doubt.then, I remember Bob's words. "This is me.
In FINDING FORRESTER, the Sean ConneryThis is my life." Me too, old pal, and I don't care if you
character won the Pulitzerwith his first book, saw thatand Iare the only two readers to have any idea what
every reviewer misunderstood him,and decided theyI'm talking about.
could all get stuffed. This is a movie, a work offiction,{Scapegoat Bob!}
but I understand the attitude. I once wrote a trueI've written some pretty heady volumes, but I've also
story,where the main character was Michael LaRocca,writtenquite a few short works. I've heard from
only to have acritic slam the main character asnumerous students herein China that, "This is the first
"unbelievable." Apparently Idon't act like real people.book in English I've everfinished reading." When I write, I
I could never shove all my writing in a filing cabinet,certainly never set out tohelp anyone learn English.
unpub-lished, and tell the establishment to get stuffed.(Some of my editors may claim I neverlearned the
But yep,there are stupid people in the world, and somelanguage.) And, students will LIE to teachers. But
of them reviewbooks.I've decided that at least one was telling the truth.
So, we've identified two groups who won't be seekingWhen I left the US, I embarked on several journeys.
publication.Learning tolive in China. Learning to love again. Taking
Hopelessly insecure and hopelessly arrogant. But, likeanother shot at thewriter dream. And, eventually,
Aristotle,teaching. After all that, I triedmy hand at writing humor
I prefer moderation. You still may be wondering why Ifor the first time. Every time I hear mywife laugh at
seek publi-cation. So do I. Let my exploration of thissomething I've written, I file it away as a reasonto keep
question continue.writing.
I've hit best-seller status for two different e-publishersI've written one play in my life. I was young, and quite
withthree different books. Minor thrills at the time, buthooked onthe album (pre-CD days) JESUS CHRIST
there's noway I could call them enough of a rewardSUPERSTAR. So, you guessedit, I tackled JC. I wrote
for what I put intowriting.something that nobody can read withouthaving a
You're an author. You know what I'm talking about.powerful reaction. Readers love it or they hate it.
We all butkill ourselves to make our books. And let's beI'mproud of that. And hey, it's only one act long. I have
blunt here.a shortattention span.
Unless you're going to throw Rowling/King/ClancyI loaned Clint "Two Dawgs" Hill my very first book. My
Grisham moneyat me -- and you're NOT -- money isn'tcousin. Hetook it to Durham (North Carolina) and loaned
sufficient reason topublish.it to a bunch ofhippie buddies. He asked for another,
Publishing isn't just a case of sending it to abecause the first one fellapart from overuse. That's
publisher,signing a contract, and being done.why we publish. People all but fightingfor the chance to
Next up is editing, which is a blast. Not at the time,read my words. And heck, the book wasn't evengood
perhaps.yet. It's 20 years older now.
Any editor worth a damn will beat you over the headI mention all this for the jaded old bastards who have a
with everybad word choice you ever made. And youfewnovels and bit of minor success under their belts.
made hundreds! But at theend of that gauntlet, youNobody else isreading this anymore, are they?
know you are da bomb.So, maybe this is why we don't just stop when the
Seeing my cover art is almost always awesome. Yes,book is written,stick it in a drawer, and uncork the
I did saychampagne. Although I do hopeyou uncorked the
"almost." One bad experience among eight. It happens.champagne. This planet contains far too manypeople
But ifyou've worked with a publisher, you know what Iwho "want to be authors" but who haven't written a
mean. You logonto the Internet one morning, not fullybook.
conscious, amazed thatyou poured that first cup ofNever have, never will. Meanwhile, you and I are sitting
coffee without burning off yournaughty bits. You pophereknowing we had no choice. We had to write.
open an email and see cover art that almostmakesWhy publish? Heck, why not?
your head explode. You get this big rush, thinking,=====
"Someone understands my writing!" What you don'tMichael LaRocca's website at was chosen by
realize, naivelittle author, is that some artists don't evenWRITER'S DIGEST as one of The 101 Best Websites
read the booksthey do the art for. But still. The artFor Writers in 2001 and 2002. His response was to
rocks your world. Feelthat. I always enjoy clickingthrow it out and start over again because he's insane.
those email attachments and seeingHe works as an editor from Chiang Mai, Thailand, and
MY book covers.publishes the free weekly newsletter WHO MOVED
Then comes marketing. Biggest pain in the... Well, let'sMY RICE?