Thursday, 5 October 2017


A dead old white man badly explaining economics to the world.

The other night, as in some time ago before I started writing this piece, I woke after a having a very vivid dream.

Dreams are not something I focus on because dreams are just what happens during sleep.  The function of sleep is the bodies way of recuperating from the day, which given all animals sleep, must be essential.  Studies suggest that dream allow us to process of memories and emotions, and that sleep is instrumental in maintaining the plasticity of the brain.  Which in this case means one's ability to process experiential learning, rather than say, for example, the more common sense view that learning is being able to recite a poem.

Anyway, my dream involved a confrontation with a publisher, not the one I submitted my novel to, but another one who I know the editors of, telling me that my story was rubbish.

In my dream I raged against them, and did everything one is told not to do when a publisher rejects your work, namely arguing with them.  I remember telling them that they were wrong, and that they would regret their decision.  I told them I would self-publish my work and they would regret their decision, as I was sure my novel would take off and sell thousands of copies.

Then I woke up.

And it that moment between being fully awake and the dreaming I had an off the wall insight.  I realized that self-publishing was the author taking the means of production into their own hands.


  1. Yep, it won't make you richer or a better author, but you will know who to blame when things go pear-shaped...

    1. Yep, probably the most honest feedback is the number of sales one gets. Hey-ho.