The Muse Expects every Reader to
do His or Her Duty
by Michael Gallant
Ask not what the revolution can do for you. Ask, rather, what you
can do for the revolution.
I stand before you today not to command, nor to exhort, nor to implore,
but to inform. The future of literature depends upon each and every
one of you. We may edit and choose stories, wade through submissions
and rage against the mediocracy of the conventional publishing houses,
but at the end of the day it will be your finger on the mouse and your
money in your wallet that will determine the outcome.
This month the Provisional Revolutionary Council at Quantum Muse have
launched a bold new two pronged assault on the ivory towers of conventional
publishing. How you receive it will determine whether we are a heroic
peoples army or a handful of outlaws hunted through field and forest.
On one front, we will now pay authors in real money. Not much real money,
because we still have to keep some for beer, food, whiskey, rent, gin,
utilities, Bailey's and bail. This is an attempt to allow the many talented
writers out there make a pale semblance of a living without compromising
their work to fit the guidelines of the big boys.
Incidently, our submission volume quadrupled for the meager ten spot
we offered. I knew that, as a writer, I belonged to a crowd that was
cheap, easily manipulated, and starved for validation, but this took
me by surprise. I'll also have you know that the growth of the slush
pile has required so much reading that it is starting to seriously cut
in to my drinking time, so don't say we never sacrificed for you. On
the plus side, we have a lot more quality work to choose from and no
longer have to shake down our old college writing class buddies for
stories the twenty-eighth of every month. They were getting to expect
it and began avoiding us, not answering the phone, and so on. They are
still a predictable bunch, and a quick trip to the unemployment office
and liquor store usually bagged a few writers.
The second part of our plan is the Cosmic Karmic Cyber Tip Cup. In an
increasingly rare moment of clarity (and they weren't ever real common),
we have discovered a way to allow readers to compensate writers for
the joy that the written word has given them while preserving the sacred
free status of our e-zine. Not that we could ever lose that, seeing
as how if we ever started charging for subscriptions our readers would
leave us faster than George W Bush with a blood alcohol level of point-one-oh
and a gram of cocaine on board trying to outrun the Maine State Police.
The tip cup is strictly voluntary. If you like a story and feel that
some reward is due the author, just use our secure server to send some
cash. Half of the money goes directly to the author, and half goes to
the New Livers For Editors fund. You can probably get a tax break for
donations to the Arts. I'd ask my accountant, but visiting hours aren't
until 1:00 tomorrow afternoon, and the guards won't put my calls through.
Regardless, this is the chance for you to show your favorite writers
the respect they deserve. If this is successful, it may be possible
to thrive as a writer without enduring the hideous process of agents,
queries, and editorial interference. Help us prove to the world that
anyone can become a paying publisher and distributor simply by having
a dream, marrying a beautiful web designer and finding two gullible
friends to pawn the work off onto.
Now the pipeline can run directly from artist to audience, without the
filters and interference of marketing departments, censors, typesetters,
interest groups and even editors (maybe then I can get some sleep).
No longer will fresh, original fiction bleed from the thousand cuts
of middlemen. No longer will writers have to sell their souls to sell
their words. No longer will writers have to wait tables or read water
meters to pay the rent. No longer will anyone decide what you can or
cannot read.
This brave new world is within our grasp. All we need to do is take
it. We at Quantum Muse will do our part.
Do you believe enough to do yours?