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You are the weakest link. Goodbye!

I'm reading a book that I intend to leave a review on, but I'm not so sure I want to. First off, this writer is pretty popular as a self-published author. The last time I reviewed an author as popular, her readers came to Amazon and left a sh*t storm under my three-star review.

This story I'm reading is not a bad story, but for this author to brag about being an editor, I'm highly disappointed. While I am not an editor, I've had my works edited by real deal editors before. Suffice it to say, I pray this author hasn't charged anyone money to edit their works. When you don't know the basics of grammar, no way should you be editing. If you think it's okay to have exclamation marks after almost every sentence, you're not an editor. If you don't know that a comma comes before you call someone's name, you're not an editor. For example, "Come here, Eddie." This is basic editing. We're not even talking about the content editing which is seriously lacking. The book I'm reading has so much potential and as a reader turned author/still a reader, I can't get past all the simple annoyances I'm finding on every page.

An author should never edit their own work. Don't get me wrong, I've read some dope books that haven't been professionally edited, but none of those authors are bragging about being one of the best editors in the game either. As I read this book, it brings back to my attention the state of publishing when it comes to AA authors.

If "others" are watching us, no doubt they think that all we love to read is street-lit and they would also think what we considered romance was "Down for my Thug" or books that have the titles of hip-hop songs. Across the board, if we were to be honest, none of these books are edited worth a darn and the content could use a bit of shaping up.


Everyone is a publisher these days. Everyone. No way should you go with a publisher who doesn't even take the time to get their own books properly edited. They are not doing you any favors. They are not helping you to grow as a writer. Don't get me wrong, there are some gems out there in street-lit land. But I've seen one of the most successful "self-publishers" admit to not even getting his books edited. No way I can take any of his books or authors serious after such a declaration.


This saddens me on so many levels because we do have some great and talented writers out there. And I'm not just talking about the popular ones. No, there are some really good self-published authors who don't get the shine they deserve because the market is saturated, overly so, with so many non-edited, badly written manuscripts being passed off as bestsellers.


I already know I'm going to be called a hater for this. So be it. If by hater you mean that I hate what is being passed off as literature then yes, I'm a hater. If by hater you mean that I hate that good writers get pushed to the background because all of this other stuff has taken over, so be it. If you're going to call yourself an author, please take it serious. Get yourself an editor who can help you grow and further your talent. Your mama, Pookie, Nae-Nae-n-nem, your baby's daddy sister's cousin's uncle don't count.

Also, please don't come for me. On THIS day, I just may be with the sh*ts.

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  1. Thank you for your honesty. I agree. I am afraid to try some of the self published books out there. I have had some bad experiences.

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  2. I attempted to read three books by the same author and I couldn't get past her run on sentences or overused and misplaced commas... I am soooooo over it all... I am an editor and one thing I truly believe in is working closely with my clients and for that reason, I don't do more than one book at a time. I again agree, three are some gems being passed over because people are not looking at writing as the next dope game. This should not be. It also saddens me that they take not notes from greats that preceded us.

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