The Business Rusch: Branding (Discoverability Part 6)

Last week, I got taken to task all over writer communities on the internet (and probably in writers’ group meetings as well) for telling writers with only one or two books out not to worry about promotion. The response I got in the comments to last week’s blog were mild compared to the vitriol my […]

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The Business Rusch: The Logic Behind Self Publishing

Every morning, I read two or three newspapers on my iPad. One of those papers, The Los Angeles Times, has continued to showcase an editorial about the “death” of the self-published author. (I refuse to link to this thing; look it up yourself if you’re curious.) Okay, the article’s not really the death of the […]

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The Business Rusch: The Changing Definition of Publishing

The Business Rusch: The Changing Definition of Publishing Kristine Kathryn Rusch   This week, the announcements for the Pulitzer Prize shocked the publishing world because, for some reason, the Pulitzer board declined to chose a winner from the three fiction nominees. Lost in the controversy (besides the hurt feelings of the fiction nominees and the fact […]

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The Business Rusch: Traditional Publishing and Its Suppliers

The Business Rusch: Traditional Publishing & Its Suppliers Kristine Kathryn Rusch  My posts over the past few weeks have elicited quite a few comments, in person, in e-mail and in the comments section, that go like this: “How can traditional publishers treat writers like that? This is clearly a sign of a decaying business.” Naw. […]

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The Business Rusch: How Traditional Publishers Are Making Money

The Business Rusch: How Traditional Publishers Are Making Money Kristine Kathryn Rusch  Of course, this past week has been just as busy in publishing as the last several weeks. The changes are amazing, especially considering how stable the industry used to be. Third quarter earnings have come in, and the publicly traded publishing companies must […]

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