The Hill I’d Die On

You know what…. I’m kind of done with that hill.

I built an emotional bulldozer and leveled that sucker.

I have one. A hill. I mean, we all have one, right? Not just a pet peeve but something you believe so deeply that when you hear people say it isn’t true you’re like, “WHO ARE YOU???”

The Oxford Comma people hire hitmen. Or so I’ve heard.

But when we look at these, really look at them, who the heck cares?

Let me back up. I’ve been Indie publishing since 2011, technically 2009 but … off topic, so moving on.

Yes, the heyday. The good ol’ days. The golden era. The… okay, never mind. You get the point.

I think this is where the hills really blew up. Like grew into mountains, solidified themselves on the publishing continent, and created fractions (see, Oxford people? I used it. Please don’t come for me.)

Back then we all reflected on one another. Indie was Indie. The reputation of Indie was in constant flux from “it’s just another vanity route” to “this is the great new step in the publishing industry’s journey.”

On that route the level of professionally published works varied greatly (as they do now), but the ability to spot those putting up “junk” (no, I won’t go into defining and defending that right now) was much easier.

Most Indie books had visibility that was immediate. Meaning that it was right there, on the “new releases” tabs and easy to browse ALL the books that came out in the last 30 or 90 days. This meant that a book that was obviously not edited, went against genre norms, or any other things that made it “unworthy” in someone’s eyes were spotted and used immediately as weaponized literature in the battle against Indie’s validity as a publishing path.

We were, in a lot of ways, all in it together.

Flashforward to now.

Indie is established. Even if you don’t like that idea, it’s true. Almost every genre award and association recognizes Indies as eligible (Hey, Lit Awards… I’M LOOKING AT YOU!) Authors are making careers, impacting genres, pleasing readers, and paying the bills.

So, today I was reading yet another post on why you don’t need an editor. Just do it yourself!

Knee-Jerk Reaction: NO! And I’ll tell you why.

Non-Knee-Jerk Reaction: You know what, who cares? If you really don’t want to do what it takes to put out the best product for yourself and people you think should give you money for it – that’s up to you. (waits for the pissed off comments. ignores them.)

I’m a trained copy editor from a top publishing program at a famous literary college.

There are errors in this post. Period. I know that’s true. It has to be. Because, no. I do not believe that we can catch as many of our own errors as a trained Copy Editor can. Also, I didn’t do a CE pass, sooooo… Yeah.

On top of that, I don’t think 95% of writers even know 10% of the things CEs are trained to find. CEs are not proofreaders or “typo catchers.” The job is so much more complex and deep than that.

But then, I realized.

It’s not 2011 anymore.

My book doesn’t impact yours.

Your book doesn’t impact mine.

It’s time to realize that my hills, the ones that were a battle for my own work’s validity a decade ago, no longer are the ruler people use to measure what they buy and who they buy it from.

So yeah. I’ll be over here ignoring bad advice that doesn’t impact me or my circle because… ain’t nobody got time for that.

Bulldoze those hills, people. Save your creative energy for you.

Life’s too short, the battles are too long, and I have books to write.




  1. I can tell you that after 4 or 5 glaring typos errors — I stop reading the book and try to never buy another one. I am not editor trained, but was a liberal arts major and it is like mails in a chalkboard to me. Love 💕 your books

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