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Treehugger Notebooks

Need a notebook? Want to ease the guilt of killing innocent trees? Check out my new Treehugger Notebooks on Etsy made from recycled paper and recycled vinyl samples.

MeggieKate on Etsy

Oh and they’re refillable too! Available in cornflower, chartreuse and sage.


Nostalgia Will Get You Nowhere

Garrison Keillor recently wrote an article for The New York Times, The End of an Era in Publishing, in which he argued the publishing industry as we know it is dying. It’s all self-publishing now, he claims with an old fogey seal of “everything was better in my day” disapproval.

His stance that self-publishing kids these days can just put any old crap out there without editorial input is just ignorant and sounds as if it came straight from the mouths of publishers who are threatened by new technology instead of embracing them into their business models.

Indie publishers, self publishers and bloggers are lumped together in artistic irreverence by Keillor.  This new era in publishing is, make no mistake about it, no less than literary Armageddon! Are we supposed to loathe these self-publishing anarchists for destroying our beloved book world as we know it? Need we remind Keillor of some of our great self-publishing forefathers, i.e. Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Paine?

Keillor does admit self-publishing has its good point (though double-edged that one good point may be):

“The upside of self-publishing is that you can write whatever you wish, utter freedom, and that also is the downside. You can write whatever you wish and everyone in the world can exercise their right to read the first three sentences and delete the rest.”

Precisely!  The whole point of self-publishing is to bypass the whole evil publishing empire.  For years we allowed publishers to be the authority on worthy reading, but now we can let our voices be heard without needing to pass the profit margin litmus test.  Independent publishing is about getting stories into the hands of readers, for love of the word, not the dollar.

Are major publishing houses going to have to close their doors just because the masses now have easier access to publishing resources?  Highly unlikely, as these advances in technology just serve as a new way for publishers to scout for emerging talent, i.e. Julie Powell of Julie & Julia, who is the poster child of a whole generation of writers waiting to be discovered on the blogosphere.

Keillor’s nostalgia for typewriters and manilla envelopes is misplaced at best and condescending at worst to a generation of writers and publishers who are choosing to allow the literary world to evolve with its readers instead of dying a painful elitist death.

Pioneer Woman!

One night last summer I stayed up until dawn reading Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, Pioneer Woman’s love story with her Marlboro Man. I was hooked. I fell in love with her blog, photography and recipes. I was warned by my friend Erin that I would love her, hate her and want to be her.

Tonight she came to Portland!  (She’s the one on the left, smiling.)

She’s just as sweet and cute as you’d expect and I am pretty sure that based on the hundreds of people who came to see her tonight she could start her own cult.  I was forewarned about the possibility of being stampeded by housewives in the book store, yet still somehow felt unprepared.  Maybe because I didn’t have a diaper bags packed with necessities for a serious camp out.

Pioneer Woman (aka Ree Drummond) was a little late arriving and the poor patient man who had to keep the crowd at bay, announced that she would be arriving soon, that she’d gotten into some traffic problems, her Jag broke down and so she was being helicoptered in.  An unsure woman with a stroller in front of me, turned around and said, “Is he serious?”  Hmmm….

I was making sure to keep on the outskirts of the crowd, though I was able to eventually find an empty ladder among the shelves, and snap the above photo while she did a Q&A session.

I stayed almost 2 hours until my poor feet and hungry tummy just couldn’t stand it any longer (and the place was still packed).  Sorry PW, maybe we’ll meet some other time!