by Frank M. Anderson
Publishing has never been a one-size-fits-all ecosystem. Some writers thrive in the institution. Some thrive in chaos. Some thrive in the middle. And then there are writers like me — the ones who don’t fit cleanly into either lane because the work itself refuses to be molded into something neat, predictable, or algorithmically safe.
I take writing seriously. Maybe too seriously. I don’t rush my fiction, even when I’m excited by it. I sit with it, live with it, reshape it until it feels like something real. Something human. Something deserving of breath.
But at the same time, I’m not cut out for the traditional model. And the more I learn about how the sausage gets made, the more I realize:
I don’t want to be cut out for it.
Here’s where I do — and very much do not — fit in today’s publishing landscape.
I Don’t Fit: The Traditional Publishing Assembly Line
I’m not built for the traditional gatekeeping machine. Not because I’m anti-tradition, but because the speed, the marketing expectations, and the “one book every 3–4 years” cadence feel completely foreign to how I work.
Traditional authors often:
- write one book slowly
- hand over 85–93% of the revenue
- lose control of pricing, cover, marketing, and formats
- watch a book go out of print within two years
- and often make $2–3k a year for all that effort
It’s a miracle any of them stay afloat.
And then there’s the elephant in the room: AI.
Many presses and agents refuse to work with authors who collaborate with AI, even when the author is doing 95% of the heavy lifting. That stance isn’t moral — it’s myopic. If they can’t accept how I build, think, and draft, then I’m not their guy. Simple as that.
I don’t owe anyone shame for how I create.
I Do Fit: The Indie / Boutique World Where Craft Matters
Where I do fit is the small, weird, fiercely human corner of publishing that prioritizes:
- voice
- emotional resonance
- strange genre hybrids
- literary horror
- recursion
- memoir honesty
- and the kind of themes that stay with readers because they feel lived, not engineered
I’ve tested the waters with a few approaches. Here’s what surprised me:
Readers don’t want cheap. They want intentional.
My higher-priced paperbacks outsell the cheaper ebooks.
People buy physical books not because they “need” them but because they want to hold something meaningful.
That tells me two things:
- Readers respond to the weight of the work.
- They want me to treat the book like art, not a commodity.
And that’s exactly where indie publishing shines.
I keep:
- creative control
- artistic direction
- pricing authority
- ownership of my weirdest ideas
- the ability to publish on my own timeline
- the ability to say exactly what I want, how I want
It’s not “lesser” — it’s honest.
It’s sustainable.
It’s mine.
The Truth: I’m Building an Ecosystem, Not Just Books
At some point, yes, I’d like to make writing my full-time livelihood. Not because I expect to become some millionaire overnight, but because I genuinely love doing this. I would happily make fifty cents per reader if it meant I could survive on the work.
But here’s the hard-earned realization:
I am not building a career in publishing.
I am building a Frank M. Anderson ecosystem.
Books, essays, memoirs, recursive horror, Greenville lore, serialized stories, behind-the-scenes process posts — it’s all part of the same universe.
Traditional publishing wouldn’t know what to do with that.
Indie publishing thrives on it.
When I put out work, people want:
- the physical object
- the emotional weight
- the handcrafted feel
- the transparency
- the voice
- the connection
- the honesty
That’s the kind of audience that grows slowly, then suddenly.
So Where Do I Fit?
I fit wherever:
- readers want depth more than trend
- honesty more than polish
- voice more than formula
- recursion more than trope
- emotional gravity more than market algorithm
- and an imperfect human hand more than corporate branding
I fit with:
- literary weirdos
- broken-but-searching readers
- people who love hybrid memoir/fiction nightmares
- horror fans who crave soul
- fans of recursion, metaphysics, and messy humanity
- the ones who want to read me, not a genre template
- people who appreciate art even when it’s jagged
That’s my tribe.
And ironically, that tribe doesn’t live in the traditional publishing world at all.
Where I Stand
I’m not against the industry.
I’m just not built for the part of it that needs obedience and predictability.
I’m built for:
- authenticity
- experimentation
- direct connection
- printed books that feel like ghosts
- fiction that bleeds
- memoir that cracks open the floorboards
- and stories that don’t play by rules
I take writing seriously enough to build something that lasts.
Something real.
Something that doesn’t need permission.


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