Evening greetings, my Extraordinary Big Cats. Summer is in full force on the tame cattle prairie, the air muggy and the sky overcast with the hope of more rain. The pasture is being mowed, the elephant hay bales being rolled up by efficient farm machinery. This year the rains came and the grass is not only exquisitely tall, but extra thick. The Kougar is still recovering from her under the weather state, but she is recovering. And penning enthusiastically on her latest wip.
Why? You yowl about the title to moi's blog. Recently it has been brought to the Kougar's attention by someone definitely in the know... and brought to moi's attention so she could not possibly miss this truth about the publishing biz. The truth? Sadly, very, very sadly a lot of good to exceptionally outstanding stories are not published... not because they aren't submitted... although, there are those manuscripts also.... however, even if a writer is published, no matter how good the writing, no matter how excellent or wonderful or incredible the story, they get ignored by the readers.
This, in moi's opinion, is a truth that often gets conveniently swept under the dirty rug of dirty little truths and secrets, and never heard about among the *squeeing* joy of new authors and new contracts and new releases and new fantastic reviews ~ this is a confetti-tossing constant in this biz, no matter which blog, Yahoo chat loop, review site or romance loving site, or publishing site one visits.
If moi knew how to remedy this appalling and the Kougaress' believes unnecessary situation, she would be roaring it from the rooftops to any and all who would listen ~ and shrieking it fiercely to all those who don't listen.
This is not a 'paw put down' to any author who is successful. No, the Kougar is grinning-thrilled for you and knows you richly deserve your success and every reader you have, and will gain.
Yet, this is a memoriam, and an honoring of all those authors who's fantastic stories weren't favored by the readers for whatever reason, and didn't sell. Yes-meow, there are lots of reasons. Trends, poor promo as in how the book is advertised, say, as a particular genre of romance when it really fits another genre much better. Tons of reasons why.
Purring-softly, the Kougar offers condolences to all of us authors and aspiring authors who have been unfairly treated by, for lack of a better term, fate. Fickle fate. We have written our hearts out. We have sweated and bled and created no matter what our life circumstance. Our story and our writing skill, both are superior, even magical and lyrical, fierce and magnificent. We were born to write, to give our stories as gifts to all who would receive them...
Yet, it is not to be...
So, today is now the official memorial day for good stories lost, that should never have been lost to our world, to our culture. Good stories that should have been cherished by a wealth of readers forever and ever.
The remedy to this tragic loss, once the Kougar figures it out... if she ever does, of course, she will share, and share big cat ferociously and whisker-grinning gladly.
Once again, condolences, all my beloved authors and aspiring authors, the Kougar holds you in her heart and in her prayers. May the Angels work on our behalves, since the mortal world will not.
Kiss of condolence from the Kougar...
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