I’m trying to understand people’s hostility toward something they don’t ever have to look at, see, visit or read. For instance, at one of the boards I frequent, there are several posters violently, even nastily proclaiming author blogs to be the greatest evil humanity has seen since the A bomb. This spiced with lots of, “I hope they all go away” and other such comments.
Why? I mean, if you don’t like to read them – don’t. See, problem solved.
It’s not that blogs cause authors to not update their websites regularly. That’s just bad business sense and many authors are guilty of this. Drawing a connection between blogs and websites is nonsensical.
And seeing someone who says she wants to be an author complaining about agent/editor blogs just makes me shake my head. Again, let me refer you back to the “if you don’t like to read them – don’t” line above. But to continue on and complain that you have to read them to get to what they’re buying? Get over yourself and write your gorram book for heaven’s sake! No one makes you read a blog. Please, for the love of all that is holy, stop fecking reading blogs so you won’t be so offended by, uh, reading blogs.
Blogs aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. That’s why I have a website and a messageboard (where I can thank my lucky stars that my readers are such wonderful people). You reach out in a variety of ways and build community in different ways at different places. Through this blog I’ve met a lot of great folks and it’s not something I’d trade. But it’s not a substitute for my website (and I personally hate blogs that are all promo that I could just get at the website). Anyway, my point is, they’re just another avenue to interact with or learn about something. It’s not like anyone is kneecapping you if you don’t read them.
I know, I get cranky too and I want to bitch about stuff that I could just easily cut out of my life and I don’t. Like this board where these jacked up cranky assed women post. But I love the moderator and several of the regulars. It’s just this cranky mafia makes the place so unpleasant. See, now I’m bitching about things I don’t have to see. Sigh.