I'm drinking a glass of ice water to clear the bad taste in my mouth. I just checked the Dear Author website here and read a post that made me sick.
Someone using the name "Anony2" posted the following comment on the Triskelion situation:
Just a few questions…
What leads anyone to believe that a contract with Triskelion is worth the paper it is printed on?
Ms Studts did not communicate with you when she needed you, why would she deign to do so now?
So what if your contract is breached? Where is your compensation going to come from?
A wise man once told me that “a good deal with a bad guy is a bad deal.” We may write about romance but it’s time to put the business cap on and leave the romantic notions behind.
Triskelion Publishing burned through someone’s money with big promises and nothing to back them up. You were warned months ago and anyone who stuck around deserves what they (don’t) get.
Oh, and where are those “Triskelion is a family” folks now?
It is hard for me to imagine the kind of person who could post this comment. I have a vision of someone standing over another person who has tripped and fallen. Instead of reaching a hand down, the bystander starts to kick the person on the ground in the ribs.
Life is about risk. We take them every day. Some risks are small, some are more calculated. Two of my favorite writers, both known as great humorists, had something to say on the subject of risk:
Will Rogers said, "You've got to go out on a limb sometimes because that is where the fruit is."
Mark Twain said, "Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
Okay, the Triskelion writers took risks. And this last one didn't pay off. That's not a reason to rub their noses in it.
I'm going to end this post with the comment I left on Dear Author for Anony2:
Anony2: Those aren’t questions. Your post is pure schadenfreude.
The closest we can come to an English equivalent of schadenfreude is “taking pleasure in someone else’s misfortune.” In other words, malicious glee.
You can dress it up by pretending to be business-like, but what you’re really doing is crowing. It’s unattractive and petty and explains your “anonymous” tag.
I’m not a Triskelion author, but I feel sorrier for you than I do for them. They will move on. You’re stuck inside the skin you inhabit.