Wrong. It has recently come to light that big name author John Locke, and others, paid for reviews. And those reviews led to Big Time sales. The author primed the pump, so to speak.
This is where I enter. I released a book in June, have given away a few hundred copies, sold about a hundred copies, paid for online promos, and beside the four friends who posted reviews, I have gotten ZERO reviews. If I had a few hundred reviews would it prime the pump of public opinion, would the masses deem me worthy? It worked for the authors mentioned.
I worked on my latest novel for three years. Are the works of the other authors that much better than mine? Maybe, but I doubt it. Or, as I suspect, did those authors buy success, acceptance, credibility?
It was tempting beyond measure. Every bit of me wants and craves success, to be read and loved, to earn a living for the years of toil, the untold classes and critiques, and books shoved into desk drawers, the sacrifice and work. "Yes! I want success!" But then that little word keeps popping up:Ethics. Ain't that a bitch?
|Mom, Shera, and I, the poor but honest writer.|
I wanted to stomp and pound on walls, because it was not what I wanted to hear, but ... it was, I knew, the truth.