There’s this guy out there whose decided his sole purpose in life is to troll me. This is what he wrote in a (deleted) comment: “You actually just fucking suck at writing, which is why nobody buys your furry-fantasy bullshit.”
Now the best thing to do is to just ignore him and let him go away. But I’m not, for this post only, to make a larger point.
The reality is, as much as I rant and rave about sales on twitter, A Clear and Feathered Danger, sales numbers wise, has done alright for a self-published book with extremely limited appeal in an over saturated market during an economic downturn. The review consensus seems to be, for all it faults, the book tells an entertaining story. (On Amazon, it has a 4.3 rating. On Goodreads, 4.0)
I could go on, but any explanation is lost on him, because his mind is made up, he’s targeting me to make himself feel better. He’s a broken, empty person who attempts to find meaning in life by attacking other people who feel they’re beneath him. I am an easy target, I’m autistic, have problems proofreading(applies to blog posts as I pay people to edit my books, I’d go broke if I had to pay for blog proofreaders) and my work can be a little ridiculous. Still pretending to be some one I’m not only makes me feel worse. On the other hand, that troll’s identity is obscure and he reveals nothing about himself. His twitter icon obscures his face. He is anonymous and that’s the way he likes it, if he bared who he tuely was, the world would see he “has no clothes.”
Sure I piss off a lot of people with my highly controversial sales strategy, but its something which works for me, and something I don’t do all that often to my sales detriment precisely because it pisses people off. Most of my time on twitter is spent talking about media and pop culture. And those people who disagree with me and get in arguments with on twitter, they either block me or I block them and that’s the end of it. I don’t go after these people and they don’t go after me, because we have better things to do with our time.
Trolls like the man i’m referencing are not going to make me stop writing and go away, he can’t, because of those people who tell me to keep writing, to keep doing what I’ve been doing. If they weren’t there, I wouldn’t be here, and that’s the honest truth.
Even if I fail in this endeavor, I can live on knowing that i gave it my all. I did something constructive with my time. But trolls post flames or even go as far to post 1 star reviews of stuff they haven’t read, destroying my sales. And for what? A few seconds of euphoria that quickly fade. I pity them really.
Pit bulls are trained to be attack dogs by depriving them of contact with anyone but the owner. So when the owner does bring them out into the world, the dogs attack others out of fear. Internet trolls are people so deprived of meaningful contact, when they contact other people, they lash out because they’re afraid deep down inside; afraid of admitting their own misery.
I might only whip them into even more of a frenzy with this post, but I don’t care, because I know the truth. I’ve written a niche, but decent novella; they’ve done nothing of merit, and never will until they decide to grow up.