This article made me chuckle because Barry Dorr has the audacity to say that it’s only a few authors that are unhappy and that authors have a real chance at sharing in the profit by signing with Jojo. What a load of rubbish! There are 250 authors out there and as far as I am concerned none of them have been paid or “shared in profits.” There are at least 50 authors that invested between $10,000 – $40,000 of their own money and to add further insult to injury, just today after authors have placed calls directly to the Asian printers it has come to light that only 1300-1400 books were printed instead of the promised 3,000. So what were we forking all of that money out for again?! Oh that’s right, to fund Jojo’s overseas trips.
This article was published today in an online magazine called Bookseller & Publisher. It’s a shame it had to come in the wake of so much devastation for so many people (it’s not just the authors suffering, it’s also their families, friends and readers). It’s also come to our attention this week that Barry Dorr has been setting companies up, scamming people and liquidating since the ’80’s. The events of the past few weeks have left me speechless…
For those of you who are aware, I am currently involved in legal action against my Publisher Jojo. Here is an example of what’s going on: they have charged 250 authors $2,000 each for air fares to the Frankfurt Book Fair which adds up to $500.000 and apparently they didn’t even attend.
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I found this journal entry yesterday, it was the last one I wrote right before I began to write my first book that was published, Oracle In The Mist:
I write my morning pages (Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way)
and then . . . I stare at the blank page and wait for the words to flow.
I think about my problems, my diseases, my loves – some real some imagined.
The fridge calls me again. I rummage through it trying to find chocolate anything.
But the good stuff is gone. It may have been me but I’m never quite sure.
Outside the sun and blue skies are beckoning to me. I daydream from my window.
I consider going for a walk but I know I can’t because I’m chained to this damned desk.
I consider ringing someone but I don’t; everyone is busy at their work. I have no news.
I think about my friends who have real jobs; they get to be with actual people and earn money.
They flit off on holidays and buy luxuries that I just can’t afford. Will that be me one day?
If I could have even a little recognition and money for my writing . . . if only I could.
Again with the daydreams! I sweep the floor, water the plants, put the dog out.
And then it’s back to the daunting blank page. I think about the eight years I’ve been sitting here,
And with the customary pang of guilt for my hard working husband and his confidence in me.
I think about how lonely I am and right then my youngest child bursts into the room.
Sweet relief ! She wants to share her day with me and I’m glad to get away from this desk.
I dozed off in the lounge chair while keeping her company this afternoon and had the strangest dream about a book I’d written called “Oracle in the Mist.”
Image courtesy of Laurie Turtenwald