I am just tuning into the debate about whether or not it is alright to put one’s writing on one’s personal blog if one ever wants to be published.
Some literary magazines think it’s overexposure, tantamount to self-publishing, and want nothing to do with your slutty, used-up stories; others view it as a valid and integral part of your process and welcome your stories with open arms, regardless of their past. I vacillated for awhile, wondering if I should be ashamed of myself, if I should cater to those old-fashioned fear mongers and stop posting things on my blog. Maybe I’ve been playing too loose with my privates. Maybe I should save myself for Mr. Right.
But then I decided to embrace the latter-type of publishers instead. Let’s face it: Even if I did reserve all my stuff for those highbrow literary magazines, what would I get? Nothing. No guarantee any of my stuff would ever be published by any of them and, even if it was, no guarantee it would lead to anything. Plus, I probably wouldn’t be paid. The only guarantee is that some day I’d wake up alone, dried up, and unhappy.
Sharing my writing on my blog is probably just as satisfying as saving it would ever be. Pushing “publish” immediately shifts my perspective and always inspires a flurry of edits and your comments and questions often inspire additional improvements. I might even argue that showing it to you, my little group of friends, is ultimately the most satisfaction a writer can hope for in today’s crazy publishing upheaval.
Read Stop Being Afraid of Posting Your Work Online by Jane Friedman for good advice on this topic.
So tomorrow I’m going to post a new short story. Because I’ve never really been the save-yourself kind of girl.
What do you think? Share it or save it?