First, it's my birthday! The big 3-5. I am officially middle aged. I may talk about what that's like for all the younger folk out there, but not today. I will share that since it is Dec. 15, both of my novels, THE BOOK OF BART and DEAD NEW WORLD, are Amazon Countdown Deals today, and available for 99 cents! Get on that. Seriously. This blog will be here when you get back.
As the title suggests, I'm not a fan of those "Best of" lists that every blog/media outlet/publication put out at the end of every year, proclaiming these ten items to be the best in a certain category for that given year. Is this slightly hypocritical, considering my debut THE BOOK OF BART was a finalist in the USA Book News Best of 2014 Awards in humor? Absolutely. Do I love all other Top Ten lists that don't mention books? ABSOLUTELY.
Allow me to clarify on my blatant hypocrisy. Reading a bunch of "Best Books of 2014" lists make me sad. The life of an indie/small press/hybrid author can be a difficult one. Everywhere you go, you're always second (or third) fiddle to authors from the Big 5 publishers, and that's okay. It really is. But, places like The AV Club, Time Magazine, etc. that do these end of year lists, especially for books, rarely read anything outside of the major publishers, eliminating books like mine before they've even had a chance to be considered. When I read these lists, part of me wonders if I'll see one of my books that came out this year, or maybe even one a friend wrote.
Yes, I'm complaining and can be considered sour grapes. Guess what? I am complaining. I am sour grapes. Some author recently publicly ranted about not being nominated (or awarded, I can't remember) for some big writerly award. It made me sick, when so many authors can't even garner consideration for something like that. Sure, it's a case of the haves and have-nots. I get that. Honestly, it doesn't even make me upset when I see the same ten books on every list, none of which are mine. It's cool. I just wish it was easier for authors like myself to get more attention. Ah well. It is my birthday, so I'm allowed to rant about completely superficial stuff. Maybe one day I'll be a popular enough author to merit consideration for one of these lists, maybe not. In the meantime, there will still be a slight womp womp sound in my head when I don't see an author I know on the list.