Amanda Hocking. E.L. James. Sylvia Day. Tracey Garvis Graves. Jamie McGuire. Brittany Geragotelis.
And now Colleen Hoover.
For the past several months, every time a title appears on the IndieReader’s “List Where Indies Count” for more than a few weeks, a traditional publisher comes along to make them “honest” (i.e. traditionally pubbed).
Which is only a bad thing when you consider that NO ONE in traditional publishing or traditional media will admit that it is indies that have become the best resource for publishers looking for a sure thing.
Don’t get us wrong. You don’t have to tell us we’re cute and funny. But let’s not forget that it was an indie that single-handedly launched the “Mommy Porn” genre—outselling Harry Potter and insuring that women will be able to keep themselves happy at least through Christmas. No, Phillip Jones (Bookseller), Fifty Shades is not “just the latest reminder of what makes the publishing industry important.” It’s a reminder that those who can’t figure it out for themselves are more than happy to take credit for those who can.
Of course there will be those who are happy to give credit where credit is due. We can almost hear the back-lash via the book snobs now. “Well of course those trashy books were originally indie. What do you expect?” We say you can’t have it both ways, Big 6. If we’re that trashy, why do you keep on insisting on fixing us up and bringing us home to meet your parents?
Perhaps, this being an election year, we should know better than to ask for some straight-up honesty. But the fact remains that indie books—from Ulysses and Peter Rabbit to Walden and War and Peace—have long been the source of great material. Indie authors are not, as trad pubbed author Sue Grafton was recently quoted as saying, “too lazy to do the hard work.” If this was 7th grade we’d say those are words spoken with envy and jealousy (indie authors not only have more control, they keep more of their profits). You try writing, selling and promoting your books. We guarantee you’ll come back with, “F This is Freakin’ Hard”.
In closing we’d like to say that indies don’t necessarily need—or expect—flowers and dinner and champagne before sex. But some acknowledgment that we’re pretty and talented and work hard and have the goods just like our trad-pubbed brothers and sisters would be a nice change.