I’m peeved. Peeved to the point that I’ve had it, become fed up, and have decided to throw in the freakin’ towel.
Let me back up: part of being a published writer is promoting your work, and it’s a widely accepted fact that one of the best ways to do this is via solicitation of reviews.
So, I’m being a “good author” and running around to all the different review websites, reading guidelines, and submitting to the ones who sound like they’d be open to my type of fiction (gothic/paranormal/dark fantasy), in the lengths that I write (stories, novellas).
The responses I get vary, but pretty much they all boil down to:
“Oh, we don’t do short fiction”
‘You’re beneath us and not worth our time unless you’re writing books.’
The only thing worse than this is the reviewers who agree to review, act all excited, get back to me telling me how wonderful the story was & promise they’ll have it up in a few weeks….
…and then the weeks pass, turning into a month, then three, then six, and they don’t even bother to reply when I send a courteous “what’s the status?” email….
I’m completely and totally fed up with it. (I mean, it’s one thing if they read it and then say they can’t review it because of X. That’s fine. But to agree and then not???) No more. The damn critics can keep their shoddy time schedules and empty promises — I’m through. Through sending shit out, through with my vain attempts to follow up, through with listening to their elitist attitudes.
I’ll let my readers enjoy my works as they are, and we can talk and tell others about it all, and have more fun in the process.