I’ve made it a policy for the last year or so not to talk online about any of the shenanigans going on out there in the big, wide world. I don’t have the energy, and it rarely pays to play politics. But like many other authors, I received a rather mind boggling email from Amazon last night, and I just can’t let it go. I’ve been thinking about it all damn day. Now, I’m sure many others have said it already and said it better, but I’m going to say it again anyway.
Listen up, Amazon. Everybody knows you’re the biggest bully on the playground, and that’s just the way it is. Most of us authors have learned to navigate our way from the monkey bars to the slide to the swing set without getting pummeled, and we’ve made our peace with it. We’re content to play by your rules, as long as we get our turn on the see-saw. But now some other Big Kid has decided to go toe-to-toe with you over the tetherball pole, and you expect all us little kindergartners to come running to your defense?
Let’s get this straight: You and I aren’t friends. I buy stuff from you. I sell stuff through you. We have a mutually beneficial business relationship. That’s all well and good. But, let me repeat:
WE ARE NOT FRIENDS.
Fight your own battles.