Okay. We get it. Newspapers are defunct. They never even had a viable profit model because they succeeded only by selling classified ads to support their journalism and printing costs, sort of like DeLorean selling coke to keep making his cars.
On day three at the writing conference, I spent more time with the hard realists because three writing conference days are the equivalent of a stretch of cynical, world-wearying years out in reality.
…at first glance having your project called “literary” might seem a compliment, but depending on the literary agent it could also mean anything from “I’m not interested in this” to “I can’t sell this” to “This will never be sold anywhere outside of your favorite coffee shop.”
This weekend I was regaled with stories of how terrible the publishing industry is by the smart young people who are mysteriously running the publishing industry.