Something impossibly magical has happened to you; a situation you could have never imagined, even when you were young and full of dreams. Something like this: a blip in the universal scheme of things allows you the opportunity to create and sell food of any type, nationality or substance! From salt-packed anchovies to grass-fed beef to organic hand made zuchini tofu; anything you want to cook with appears; you just have to think about it.
Spices, harvested at the peak of perfection. Flours prepared by artisans. Spring water and wild honey from pristine mountains, sacred rice, fresh fish and weird stuff usually found in insanely hot bbq sauce. You can make food ”just like mom’s”. You can provide sustenance for refugees or intergalactic warriors. Baby food. Comfort food from the Song Dynasty, the candle lit dinners that Napoleon shared with Josephine, feasts unknown to Anthony Bourdain: anything.
You take a deep breath, think for a minute, and, voila! A Whopper. Not a Big Mac, a Whopper.
People praise your Whopper. You sell lots and lots of Whoppers. Your Whopper wins prizes and goes global. Your Whopper stars in a movie.
And so it goes.
The title of the post references both a song by Led Zeppelin and Hugh Howie Must Die, a book written in 30 hours for NaNoWriMo by Michael Bunker.
HUGH HOWIE MUST DIE by Michael Bunker
THE WOOL TRILOGY by Hugh Howey
When I read the letters you wrote, it made me mad mad mad
When I read the words that it told me, it made me sad sad sad
D'YER MAKER by Led Zeppelin mp3 download on Amazon
Hopefully the dream described above will not be mistaken as anything more than that. I salute all my brothers and sisters who, to paraphrase Nabakov, are also addicted to the Drug called Ink. And, being the son of a book salesman, I have a special and sincere respect for those whose books are sold.
I discovered Hugh Howey because of his inspiring support for self-publishers and his collaboration with Data Guy on the reverse engineering of Amazon's book sales reports. Michael Bunker, the father of Amish Sci-fi, surprised me with the title of Hugh Howie Must Die. His work, as exemplified by Brother Frank, is usually provocative and dystopian, adventure-filed and entertaining.
As an independent writer, I must listen to all of the leaders of the self-publishing industry, another being Joe Konrath who, a while back, defended us against big publishing and people like Stephen Colbert.
But the biggest mistake you made, Mr. Colbert, was a doozy
You pissed me off.
You obviously have no idea how big and important my blog is. How I am the go-to source for all things publishing-related. How this blog can create bestsellers, or destroy careers.
You are now on my shit list, Stephen Colbert. And now I shall use everything within my power to destroy your book sales and ruin your life. Just as you are tying to destroy the book sales and lives of tens of thousands of authors Amazon has helped
Mr. Konrath's renowned blog is recommended: A Newbie's Guide to Publishing.
I am truly, truly thankful to be able to self-publish my books, though they may be an acquired taste. The ability to create for consumers is a gift.
Self-Publishing: An Insult To The Written Word (my comments in red)