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ten years ago as part of my creative writing degree we had a class on professional development where we learned how the publishing process works for different mediums and how to choose an agent and what the role of a publishing house is and back then, the advice was "self-publishing has its advantages but a traditional publisher will provide editorial support and market your book and if your book sells well enough they want to invest in your future" and now basically none of that is true anymore. books make it to shelves with noticeable errors and structural issues that could be addressed with one or two more rounds of developmental editing, authors are expected to do more and more of the marketing themselves to the point that they are expected to be social media influencers in their own right, and publishers appear to be prioritising flashy debut novels with huge advances they don't outsell, which means the author is less likely to get a follow-up deal.
Obviously a publisher is a business and a business needs to make money, but the idea used to be that you'd have a couple of very successful authors who bring in so much cash that they subsidise the new kid who is building a back catalogue of books that sell okay until they get name recognition and pay for themselves. I was told back then that a couple thousand pounds was very reasonable for a debut novel because you want to get royalties for the sales exceeding your advance and that way the publisher sees you as a profitable investment. The last couple of years I keep hearing about six figure book deals for debut (!) literary fiction (!) novels, what on earth?
I'm not saying that the publishing industry is uniquely awful or that it's worse than it's ever been or whatever, but especially in a time when reading and talking about books is trendy and there is so much money in books, it feels very, I don't know, symbolic? Prioritising flashy one-time projects over sustained and sustainable growth. Investing only enough resources to make your product fit for sale but not enough to make it good because people will buy it anyway. It's frustrating to me as a reader and as an aspiring writer and as a person existing in a capitalist system.
One of the tags referred to people thanking their editorial teams in acknowledgments, and I want to point out the growing prevalence of people thanking beta-readers and writing groups, both of which usually rely on a pre-existing community or relationship and, just as importantly, are unpaid.
My day job is as a freelance editor for nonfiction books, and I can safely say that if the publishing industry were operating as intended, I would either not have a job at all or be working for a specific press. Authors pay me directly to do the work that a press editor used to do as part of publication contracts. This is because so many presses have started outsourcing all their editorial work to either third-party contractors or, even worse, to genAI.
In short, venture capital has broken the publication industry the same way it's broken the retail, restaurant, and travel industries.
I didn't go into this side of it in my original post but YES! Fuck! I know this is a huge issue for translators too because they're being asked to do more work in less time for less money and I've heard rumblings about human translators being brought in only to essentially proofread work done by AI, which is so disrespectful to the sheer skill and artistic abilities of (literary) translation...
Anyway, I love editing. I think I love editing almost more than writing, and I'm pretty sure that I'm better at it. Last year I edited an academic article from 11k to 9k words for my supervisor and I felt like a god when I finished it, but when my supervisor asked if I'd thought about doing this professionally, I had to tell her that there's just not a viable career in editing anymore. Publishers used to employ! editors! Several different kinds of editors for different stages of the process! That used to be my dream job!
Editing is so essential to making a text good. It doesn't matter how talented or dedicated you are as a writer, you cannot achieve the level of quality by yourself that you could achieve by working with a skilled editor. That's normal! The lone genius who comes out of the cave with the perfect novel does not exist! The manuscript that gets sold to a publisher is supposed to be handed off to an editor who tells you to tighten up that plotline and reminds you that every day can't be Tuesday and sharpens your prose so your voice really shines. Skimping out on that part of the publication process takes money out of the hands of skilled professionals, leads to consumers (ew) receiving subpar products (ew!), and is such an injustice to the writers whose work can't reach its full potential (and the writers who won't get published because they can't afford to pay an editor out of pocket!).
It drives me up the wall. I hate reading a mediocre book and knowing that a skilled editor could have easily raised it from 3 stars to 4. We should all be way angrier about it, frankly.
also it's lowkey crazy how hard scott was angling for a hollander-rozanov threesome in the first two episodes. like i've never seen a guy this persistently chase 18 year old ass in my life. "my hotel room is right next door ;)" like that was him looking at shane and not only being like. i know what you two are. but also i want to join. not to mention the failed gay guy hookup calculus he embarked on to decide that targeting shane for the threesome would be way more productive than engaging ilya.
condo stairway scene gets me every single time bc of the way ilya lingers. the way he takes way too long to tie his shoes & adjust his jeans, the way he stands for a moment even though his cab is definitely there & the way he teases shane as he slowly lowers himself to give the sweetest, most unhurried kiss goodbye.

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I thought it would be a fun project to re-cover my copy of Heated Rivalry with something that felt a little more like the vibe of the TV show. Cartoon romance novel covers aren't really my thing, so I wanted to make one that wasn't shy about being a novel for adults!
This cover puts the reader in the position of voyeur, peeking through the hotel window in Las Vegas. The dust jacket's window frame purposely obscures the identities of Shane and Ilya, as a reference to the secrecy of their relationship in this book.
I don't have a printer, so it was a good challenge to figure out how to make this all by hand. I illustrated the inner cover with colored pencils (this is the project that made me really fall in love with my Prismacolors), and hand-lettered the dust jacked with acrylic paint and gel pen.
HEATED RIVALRY 1.05 | I'll Believe in Anything
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okay I can’t keep it in anymore. Shane may be autistic, but he simply Would Not have a problem with things being too bright or loud. This boy plays HOCKEY, he is a SENSORY SEEKER, there is NO SUCH THING AS TOO BRIGHT AND LOUD. In my HEART OF HEARTS I know that this man used to stand in the middle of arcades as a child and soak in all of the different sounds and lights and flashy bits and finally feel like he’s getting enough sensation to settle into his own skin. He sleeps under 2 weighted blankets and preferably also another giant 250lb hockey player. He’s not having a problem with too much noise and stimulation. He plays recorded crowd noises from other sports games to focus on stuff. He’s fine sitting in wet clothes for an hour if that’s how long it takes to finish sexting before he gets changed. He’s a SENSORY SEEKER. LET HIM SEEK.
okay, but... but what?

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Fouling in the MLH takes a steep decline the first year Shane & Ilya play together on the Centaurs, and they’re a bit confused why all their regular season games have been relatively un-physical. Then in one game against Toronto, some idiot (probably Dallas Kent) crosschecks Luca, and the Centaurs activate the Hollanov Power Play Special they’ve been training for all season and Toronto is swiftly, instantly, and absolutely fucked. Suddenly it becomes very clear why every team in the league is on their best behavior against Ottawa: because against Shane and Ilya’s power play, a foul will almost always cost you a fucking goal. That’s how insane their power play percentage is, and all the other teams can do is never give them a reason to be on the ice together. (Personally, the other Centaurs love this and go out of their way to draw fouls, just to see the immediate horror on the other team’s faces)
shane you're not subtle at all...
— Shane, stay focus.
HEATED RIVALRY 1.04
We were supposed to stand alone at the top, but we will always be there together. We will keep climbing until no one else can reach us, but it will always be together.

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Ok I’m not even into kid fic like that but Ilya as a dad being so worried he’ll be just like his dad. And he’s not. And through parenting, the choices his father made become even less comprehensible to him. Now that he can see through his own child how small a 4 year old is he can never imagine screaming at them until they are cowering in a corner. Now that he can see how young 8 still is, he can never imagine berating them for laziness in front of their whole team. And everytime he thinks of his father now, along with all the other complicated feelings, he thinks: fuck you.
And he has a parallel process for his mom. He understands her deep abiding sadness and resignation. But looks at all the little kid versions of his kid and knows if Shane ever berated them, humiliated them like his father did, Ilya would grab them and run. And when his kid turns 12, he looks at them and thinks, I would do anything to stay on this earth for them. And if I couldn’t I would do everything to make it so they weren’t the one who found me. So everytime he thinks of his mother now, along with all the other complicated feelings, he thinks: why couldn’t you?
They win the second cup. Hayden never thought it could be this good. A dynasty the announcers are saying.
Shane is grabbing his shoulders. He’s yelling in Shane’s face. He grabs Shane by the cheeks and pulls him in for a theatrical kiss, resounding smack. Everyone laughs, even Jackie.
Later in the locker room, so much champagne everywhere. They’re chanting for Shane and his cheeks are flushed and he stands up in front of all of them eyes wet, says, “Seriously this is for all of us. We all earned this. Together.” And he’s looking at Hayden on that last word and Hayden has to swipe at his eyes.
And Shane drinks. Like he actually drinks. Not just ginger ale but real fucking alcohol. And he’s swaying and laughing and Hayden keeps a hand on him to make sure he’s good. And the way it feels when Shane’s breath hits his neck when he leans in to whisper. “We did it. Jesus Christ” like it’s hitting him all over again. Hayden knows he’s beaming. “Fuck yeah,” he says, jostling Shane’s backwards ball cap and then they’re all yelling, thumping each other on the back all over again, JJ loud enough to make his ear drums vibrate in pain. And Mitty jumping in the middle like he’s in a freaking mosh pit and they topple over, a freakish drunken pile of limbs laughing laughing.
He laughs all the way to Shane’s hotel room. He laughs all the way into it. He laughs when he leans in connecting their lips and he swears the wall was right behind them but there’s nothing, free fall, and they’re on the hotel room floor. Shane hits it first with a groan. “Ow,” he says, eyes closed, still smiling. Hayden army crawls back over, kisses his belly button, his waist line, his rib, rucking Shane’s shirt up, Shane’s fingers in his hair. He noses at a nipple, snuffs hard in Shane’s armpit.
“Fuck Las Vegas,” Shane mutters.
“We fucked ‘em dead,” Hayden agrees, his ear lined up to hear Shane’s beating heart.
And when he wake up, a crick in his neck, still on Shane’s chest on the hotel room floor, he gets up as quietly as he can, tiptoes down the hall to his own room, and sneaks into the bed with his wife.