Outliving your own name... "If...If...If..." elsewhere

Over at Dribble of Ink, I have a post up. It starts like this:

There’s a kind of creeping horror that strikes the heart of an author when they discover the company with whom they have two novels out is slowly collapsing into a shambling mound, devourer of careers and eater of all working energy. Let’s be clear: Jason and Jeremy are not the subject of what I am discussing. There comes a point where people just sort of don’t make a difference much, because what matters is that the company is collapsing and it wouldn’t matter who was running the broken space ship into the wormhole. It’s sort of like working at any company that’s failing. It’s easy to play armchair quarterback and wonder at the decisions made. But, deep in the muck of collapse, what is it like?

Finish reading it here: http://aidanmoher.com/blog/featured-article/2013/07/if-if-if-by-j-m-mcdermott/