This self-published trilogy has now overtaken Harry Potter in paperback sales
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Warning! Super rant approaching!)
This makes me very, very angry. Don't care if I sound selfish, bitter, or jealous. My god, this series was a fanfic based on Twilight (which can still fuckin be found online for goddamn free. Hell, you could download it and just search and change the character names to what they are currently if you wanted to) and gave up its first print rights. And none of that even matters. Not one bit. How can it outsell something like Harry Potter?
How?!
Before hearing this, I shrugged and said, "Whatever. Things happen."
I'm not a Harry Potter fanboy, but I loved its story and writing and could see why it sold so well. Yet, somehow, this bullshit fanfic about BDSM is killin it in sells and broke Harry's record. HUH?! Twilight couldn't touch Harry Potter. Now a fanfic based off the former is doing even better?! How the hell is that logical? HOW?
I know I sound over dramatic, but damn. Never have I questioned why I'm fighting so hard to be traditionally published til today. Everything just seems based on luck now. I'm not saying I'm a much better writer than E. L James. I think my writing is shit, and I'm always striving to improve, but wow!
Of the 12 years I've been writing, this makes me question why I can't stop being a writer and why I still wish to tell stories to the world. My whole life is writing. I have absolutely nothing else. Why am I alive and breathing if no agent or publisher will give me a chance, yet a fanfic about fuckin sex is ruling the writing world right now? Of course, it's also getting a movie. Feels like I have no purpose or business in writing novels.
Yes, I know. Boo-hoo. Go cry somewhere else.
And no, I am not happy for the author. Doesn't matter if I was. If she saw this comment, she'd probably laugh and call me a loser as she runs to the bank. Why shouldn't she? I'm nothing more than an unpublished wannabe writer. I'd drink, but I'm almost out of vodka, anyway.