In the midst of news and controversy, Bad Poetry marches on…
So HarperCollins is buying Harlequin, a couple people are claiming Barnes & Noble is going belly up soon, F+W Media is getting totally remade, the royalty reports for everyone are giving us hard news on publishing numbers, my friend Amanda is being raked over the coals for daring to reveal the dirty secret that some lawyers pad their numbers when working on book contracts, and Author Solutions is being sued by, um, nearly everyone in the Western Hemisphere, apparently. In the midst of all that noise, you know what you need?
That’s right… Bad Poetry. So thank goodness it’s our annual Bad Poetry Contest, which goes on the first few days each May, as my own little celebration for my birthday. Glad you’re here, and hope you’re coming to add to the badness. Just take a look at yesterday’s introduction, them jump into the comments section and offer your own heaping’ hunk o’ haiku. The winner will receive a fabulous grand prize of the worst-reviewed book on Amazon — which, you have to admit, is another reason to go on living. So get your coat and grab your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet, to the Bad Poetry side of the street!
If anything, she’s taking heat for asserting that lawyers don’t pay enough attention to their client’s interests. It is the exact opposite of padding. Maybe you should go read more carefully.
And it is hardly “a dirty little secret” that some lawyers are dishonest, any more than it is a dirty little secret that some literary agents are dishonest. Would you like to compare horror stories?
Happy to compare horror stories some day, Marc. I’ve seen some doozies, and I’m sure you have as well. But I believe what Amanda was trying to say was that she’s seen attorneys run up fees by making meaningless wording changes. (We can argue about how she could have said that better over on her blog post.)
I saw where you said over at Passive Voice that you hate agents because they all rejected you at writing conferences. When we meet, I’ll give you a big hug, and you’ll know you’re loved. (But, really… if you needed love and affirmation, becoming an attorney may not have been the best career choice, my friend!)