It’s funny when I think about how things used to be with authors, back before the days of the internet–writers were mysterious, secreted away as they worked on their manuscripts. They weren’t on Facebook or Twitter. They didn’t have websites or Tumblr or anything like that. Back then, my only real way to express my love of a book was to gush about it with other readers.
Nowadays, I think it’s mostly great that we’re able to reach out to our favorite authors now. Let them know how much we loved their books, that we’re excited about what they’re doing. And I think most days, authors are happy about that too.
But I’ll be honest…there’s a small part of me that kind of misses the way it used to be.
I’ve had authors I used to LOVE but now can’t read anymore. Why? Because of the way they behave online. Things they’ve said that are so offensive/rude/etc, I couldn’t get past it. Now I can’t look at a story by them without it being tainted by their online personas.
Another thing I’ve noticed is that some readers make it a point to contact authors about every single problem they had with the book. I know of authors who got scathing messages blasting their newest releases. Authors who were tagged on Twitter by book reviewers–and when clicking on that review link, found out the book was shredded to pieces.
For me, when I was a kid, authors were my superstars. There was always something magical about the way a book was produced, the way a person could pull words out of the soul and create a book from nothing. Now we can see authors posting on Twitter every day about writing. Struggling with scenes. Issues with covers. Stress over money. Yes, transparency is awesome for authors in many ways, but some of that magic, that mystery is gone now. Since authors need to be online, need to keep promoting, I wonder if this has removed a little bit of what used to make them superstars for me.
What do you think? I’d love to know!