Stuck in my Craw

Do you know what a craw is? I didn’t. Not at first, anyway.

If you don’t know, but I used the expression “stuck in my crop” instead of “craw”, would you know then?

A craw is a small, pouch-like organ resembling a stomach which birds use to help them mash up their food. It’s also called a “crop” – a term I’ve heard before. But I never exactly knew what “craw” meant. Always felt like throat or gut, though, didn’t it?

So now you know what having something stuck in your craw is all about. And I have to tell you, this criminal activity by a gatekeeper is just more proof of how little you can trust that industry, that set of individuals. Someone who calls them “professionals” really needs to reconsider what the word “professional” means and how it’s being applied. Are they “industry pros”? I don’t agree.

And let this be a lesson to any and all who think traditional publishing in NY might be crappy but small presses are still important and valuable. Bullocks. Full stop. Bullsh!t. We, writers, don’t need them. Readers don’t need them. And if they’re not needed, if they aren’t providing something useful worth paying for, why are they “professionals”?

They’re not. Check that story – that should tell you all there is to know about small press publishers. Let them die like the other dinosaurs.

The quicker the better, I say.

Good riddance.

-JDT-