Friday, December 20, 2013

Woopty freaking doo

I write this out of part anger, but moreso out of being proud of myself:

About 99% of what I've accomplished, I've done going against odds. Being related and having my last name has been a road block for me, not an open road. I don't (or very rarely) write science fiction/fantasy. I think only once have I used a connection that remained from my father's day; but I knew almost nobody in the business, and those few I did know, I never asked favors of, I never kissed anyone's ass.

I just write what I wanna write. I've gotten offers (bigger offers) to write SF&F, or to do spin-offs of my father's work, but always said no with two exceptions, and the only two times I said yes, I got fucked out of thousands of dollars.

I've written under other names, but a part of me thought, Why the hell should I bother doing this? I mean, I'm me, and I'm my own self; I write the stuff I wanna write, and I want credit for the stuff I write, good or bad. I have very little connection to my father's estate, and only have a fraction of a percent of the connections my father had, and even those connections are, for the most part, useless.

People have attempted to use me over and over again, with promises about doing this or that with my own work, solely in hopes of obtaining property of my father's ("Listen, do you want to be president of Texaco oil?" "Sure!" "Then clean up the sink in there." "And then I'll be president of Texaco oil?"). Not every time, but almost every time, it comes up. But while on one hand I'm tired and fed up with being tied to the Zelazny name in my professional life, I also don't wanna go out and pretend to be somebody I'm not. People pay me to lie, but I want to lie with honesty.

How many authors have the last name King? Right, so there just happens to be more than one author with the last name Zelazny. Woopty freaking doo.