Industry Rant (a.k.a. Foot in the Mouth or Foot in the Door?)

{start rant}It seems that the majority of novel fiction readers read the genre as a means of escape from a very imperfect, unjust world. Some do it for the action throughout a piece of fiction and most do it to get a good feeling that stays with them long after they've finished the story. Thus arises the expectation of a ho-hum, cheery little “happy ending”. I did not write 'Bleeder' with this in mind. I mean, it's my story - my intellectual property - but the people (and the publishers) want what they want. Sure, I could stick to my convictions and not sell out, but there is no "sell" without "sell out". This is not the way it should be by any stretch, of course. I don't consider myself formulaic in my writing. I don't subscribe to any one "style" of writing. I just fucking write, and whatever story develops as I'm writing becomes the whole of the story word by seeping, creeping word. But that's not good enough for the fucked up candy-coated publishing industry. No, one must fit the mold even though that mold has indeed become like mold itself; a growth from rot and decay that continues to grow, unchecked and poisonous with so few consumers giving a flying fuck. I've come to the conclusion that I can either shit with a by-the-numbers candy coating or get off the porcelain throne of perpetual stagnation. So, I am re-writing core elements of 'Bleeder'. I am tearing off its limbs that make it my own Frankensteinian creation; rearranging its vital organs so that it still breaths and functions, though not in the way it was lovingly intended; stabbing at its very heart repeatedly, until that expected candied syrup coats its pages and then collects to fill the mold created by the industry and sadly accepted by so many consumers. No, 'Bleeder' will not be what it was meant to be, but so few things are anymore. I do know, at least, that I was meant to write tales of what I hope are at least largely intriguing and disturbing fiction. I will play the game in order to gain a foothold on the industry, but next will come the claws. When those claws come out to play, baby, the stories will be mine to write as I see fit. Like it or lump it.{end rant}