I don’t try to get published. I know it would be useless – we aren’t publishable. No one would pay for the scripture of dead gods, or the hymns of phantoms, or the gospel of the insane. No one would read the poetry of a madwoman, would it cost them even a nickel. You have too few beginnings for biography and too many endings for non-fiction. I dedicate too many words to the sound of blood in your lungs for either horror or erotica; they will say it makes readers uncomfortable. We’re just not presentable and I can’t make us so, not when it’s blasphemy to edit or omit. I could not tell lies for money. I could not cut chunks of flesh from my side to earn their weight in coin. If they never believed Cassandra, why should they believe me? Publishers aren’t interested in crazy unless it’s marketable.
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You’d be surprised at how marketable your stuff actually is – I sure was, and it’s all woo woo pagan writing ;)
I just can’t imagine anyone wanting to deal with me. They’d be like “okay but you have to change thi–” “NOPE”
Haha ha gotcha
This is great, I love it. Please keep writing!
Thank you!
I second the ‘not interested in crazy unless its marketable’. Many people get so very uncomfortable around actual narratives of mental illness that don’t fit their little boxes. That goes for religious belief as well in my opinion.
I totally agree, on both points!