I work in a not-very-glamorous publishing job (spoiler alert: most of them are not very glamorous). In the course of my work, my colleagues and I often have to deal with famous authors and other important figures — usually through their literary representation, but not always.
It’s very, very interesting who turns out to be wonderful and who turns out to be a real dickbag. And I tell you, every time we get chewed out by some self-important jerk who’s livid because they have to fill out a simple one-page tax form for us to pay them — sometimes very large sums indeed — it becomes more and more tempting to start out an anonymous blog outing the litjerks. At the very least, it would save others the trouble of trying to republish their (usually mediocre) work.*
In the meantime, when you treat us like shit and dick us around when we try to pay you? We actively discourage our editors from putting your shit in their publications. And maybe, one day, some of us cube-lackeys will reach positions of influence, and we’ll remember your fuckery. And we will not publish your work.
* Which would probably get me sued. On the other hand, I would love to promote the people who are a dream to work with, except usually it’s the authors who are so successful they don’t need the money. Go figure.