I just read yet another super Anti-Black piece of trash in a “well regarded” supposedly venerable publication.
Okay I have fucking questions.
So, in the past few years I’ve not been trying to get as involved with lit world fuckery. That said, I see it. I watch publications publish and pay for boldly Anti Black, racist, transphobic shit and y’all just…
I have mother fucking questions.
Nobody can ever tell me why these are the voices folks choose to put forward. Or why aside from mealy mouthed declarations of freedom of speech, that those things need space.
And then so many of those pubs turn around and brag about their commitment to diversity.
Can I be honest?
Shit like this, is what propels me out of the lit world.
In 2016 I made less than 30 submissions. And most of them were rejected.Most of hte stuff I’ve gotten published that I haven’t done myself has been solicited.
It’s not for lack of done work. It’s because I don’t want to have to wade through the ugly shit to see if I even should submit. I don’t want my name associated with venerable well paying publications that like to post racist or whatever shitty shit without comment except, oooh freedom of speech.
I have to deal with that.
I have to deal with sooper seekrit lady writer groups where I’ve opened my big ass mouth about injsutices, and said no to whiteness and worry about being told that editors will tell other editors that I might be a problem or hard to work with. I have to deal with the very real thing (that has happened but not lately) of having my ideas stolen and fucked up because I asked my “peers” for advice.
And I have to be able to actually write the shit and not have it come out only FUCK FUCK FUCK MOTHER OF FUCK.
Maybe it is getting older or maybe it is the fact that this election has pretty much destroyed any chill I had left but I just don’t want to do it.
I have SCLAB to do and that is my heart. And I can’t do that if my heart is torn to shreds because the lit world is a burning garbage fire on the regular.
I am so frustrated.
I am angry.
I am so tired.
I feel like my opportunities in the lit world are shrinking.
I have a submission almost ready because someone told me I should submit to their thing. I have a few more like that.
What I don’t have is the strength or girded loins to do deep market research anymore because I keep running into this bullshit.
I dunno y’all.
2017 might be the year I go full indie because I just can’t deal with this AND do my art.
I just don’t know.