BWANA 17
NOTE: this article first appeared in Speculations #17 — September, 1997
Just got back from Worldcon, where a lot of writers seem to be undergoing a lot of grief. It’s tough to break in, tough to sell, tougher than ever to get your price up, and some of the publishers are playing some nasty games with contracts.
In the midst of all this, an old friend walked up, smiling like he’d won the lottery, and told me he’d just changed publishers, and gotten a bigger advance, a better cover artist, raised metallic type on the cover, some dump displays, the whole bit.
I congratulated him and suggested that he had every reason to be smiling. Oh, no, he corrected me — the deal was set a month ago; the smile was because he had just told his former editor what an asshole he was and how glad he was that he was never going to have to deal with him again.
Well, he probably won’t have to deal with that editor again — and if he’s exceptionally lucky, it’ll be his choice and not the editor’s. But it does bring up a point that bears mentioning.
When I broke into this field lo these many years and decades ago, almost all of the editors were writers who’d taken an editorial job so they could have a steady paycheck for a year or two. As soon as their bills were paid, they were gone, back to freelance writing.
That’s not the case these days. Not a single editor of a major paperback or hardcover line has ever earned a living as a science fiction writer, and none of them ever will. For better or worse, we’re stuck with them from now until the day they retire. When they leave a job, it’s not to write the Great American SF Novel; it’s to take a similar or slightly higher-paying editorial position with another SF publisher.
Which means that if you stick it out as a writer until you retire, and they stick it out as editors until they retire, the chances are that you’re going to want to (or have to) do business with them a few more times before you’re both safely drawing social security.
And that in turn means that it’s never a good idea to tell an editor what an asshole you think he is, even if you’re right. You think hell hath no fury like a woman scored, and nothing has a memory like an elephant? Try an editor that you abused the last time you dealt with him.
Okay, on to this issue’s questions:
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