Tabetha Jones was on her buddy’s online radio show recently. Or, should I say Zoey Sweete was. From start to finish, the host referred to Tab as Zoey, and the through the entire duration of the show, Tab spoke as Zoey.
I scarcely know where to start explaining how ridiculous that is.
Sure, authors and entertainers use different names all the time. They have done so since the advent of organized entertainment. Authors of old used pseudonyms to conceal their identities if writing was something they couldn’t be seen doing. Whether it’s because they were aristocrats who couldn’t be seen doing something so frivolous, peasants who wouldn’t be taken seriously as such, or, heaven forbid, women who simply couldn’t do such things, a fake name was something they needed to hide behind.
A very important point about that is that the pseudonym was carefully guarded and never revealed. Not until after the fact, anyway. They didn’t flounce around under their real identities bragging about it the way she does. There was a good reason they needed to use the fake name. It wasn’t some deceitful whim they cooked up to trick people.
The entire point of using an alternym is to HIDE the identity of the person using it, not some ridiculous persona they put on like a costume at a carnival freak show – though that is certainly what she looks like, changing hats so often.
And it’s not just one fake name she uses. There are several that she admits to, and at least twice that many she still lies and denies using. I guess she thinks that people are stupid enough to believe that if she just says it, people will believe it. We’re not, and we don’t.
But I digress. I started off talking about that horrible radio interview. Not the show itself. I like the premise, and the host knows what she’s doing (though she’s still misguided enough to believe good things about her buddy). I mean Tab’s appearance.
There were two other guests, each involved in publishing. Those two knew what they were doing. They spoke directly to the reason they were appearing on the show and answered questions succinctly about the work they were promoting. In short, they sounded professional.
Tab/Zoey, on the other hand, rambled disjointedly about herself, stroking her own ego about being this author, publisher, model, booking agent, and whatever else she’s got going on. There seemed no single product or event that she was there to promote. She was just there to stroke her ego because her buddy owns the show and lets her come on whenever she wants. For an attention whore like Tab, it’s a match made in heaven.
Right out of the gate, something sounded wrong. She sounded badly slurred, like she was either drunk as a skunk or stoned off her ass. Or both. If anybody else has heard that painful interview, let me know what you think, either way.
It’s really important to note that every other word out of her mouth was “um” and every third was “Y’know.” It was horrible. She sounded like she was completely unprepared to do an interview. Aside from the ums and y’knows, all she did was talk about herself.
Anybody that’s been around her for more than ten minutes has heard it: her rhetoric about how her “authors come first” and how she “busts her ass” to make sure that her authors’ dreams come true. You’ve heard it before, ad nauseam. Emphasis on nausea.
She also says that her authors aren’t bound to her. They’re free to explore other options and approach other companies. That’s a new claim, but the ongoing truth rings very different. Whenever an author tries to take back the rights to their books and leave, she beats them over the head with her (illegal) contract and threatens to sue them with her nonexistent lawyer. Free to explore their options? I think not. It’s just another line of bullshit to try to sucker in authors that don’t know better.
Somewhere in there, she spent twenty minutes explaining that somebody else does the art, somebody else does the editing, and how the authors have the final say on their books. Essentially, she explained, in depth, how she does NOTHING for the author, except slap their books on Createspace using her own account. Everybody get that? She uses her own Createspace account. Not a company account, not a professional account. She’s publishing THEIR work under HER name. So that when authors start to notice that the figures don’t add up and start to ask questions, Createspace won’t tell them. It’s HER account, so they won’t tell them anything. It’s not until after they leave her that they can approach Createspace and get information about their own titles. There are still authors that haven’t gotten information about their books for that very reason.
So, by her own admission, she does nothing to prepare a book. She’s trying to attract authors by saying that they’ve got all this creative freedom, but the truth is that publishing doesn’t work that way. REAL publishing doesn’t, anyway. An author writes a book. That’s it. Their job is done. Period.
It’s up to the publisher to have the final say, from editing, formatting, artwork, production and promotion. It’s the publisher’s JOB to personally make sure that all of the above is handled to a professional standard. That’s what entitles them to keep a percentage of the royalties.
We’ve all seen the crappy, nonexistent formatting in the books her companies put out. By admitting that the author has the final say, she’s confessing that the books don’t get edited. She’ll make suggestions, she asserts, but it’s up to the author to have the final say.
So… why, exactly, should she get a single cent of their royalties? She’s doing NONE of the work that a publishers is supposed to. By her own admission, she does zip, yet she expects to keep… how much of the profits is she up to these days?
Yet again, Tab took a page from Cindy White’s book. Literally. The bio page. She essentially quoted Cindy’s bio, saying that she’s been writing since she was 12, putting her blood, sweat and tears down on paper, because the page doesn’t judge or talk back.
She tripped herself up with a lie, though. First, she said that she started writing stories because of all the stories her dads told her when she was a child (and never mind that this defies her own timeline and the fact that her stories about her dads have been debunked time and time again. One dad was a drill sergeant and the other was a biker. Insert eye roll). She said that writing books was a release during ALL of her abusive marriages – contradicting herself from statements she’s made elsewhere that (at least) some of her husbands DIDN’T abuse her.
But AFTER that, she slipped back into Cindy mode, saying that as she progressed, she started with poetry and evolved into writing stories. Cindy’s the poet, and Tab has been poking Cindy with a stick, ripping off her life, almost word for word. Cindy has a condition that could kill her literally any second if she’s put under enough stress. And Tab knows it.
In my opinion, Tab is trying to kill Cindy with the same type of stress that she heaped upon her now-deceased mother. She pushes Cindy’s buttons, ripping off her bio, flagrantly claiming Cindy’s experiences as her own, KNOWING that it’s going to cause Cindy stress. Me, I don’t give two farts what Tab says about me, but it bothers Cindy. Tab knows it, and she shovels it on with a backhoe.
With her own words, Tab contradicted and exposed herself. In one breath, she wrote stories from the start, and in the next (to rip off Cindy), she says that she started with poetry. She also neglected to mention those journals she’s kept since she was 12. Maybe she forgot. Or maybe she got put in her place because Cindy posted pictures of her journals all the way back and challenged Tab to do the same. Which, of course, she can’t.
Over all, Tab makes it obvious that she knows precisely zero about publishing. The other two guests rambled off professional points about the industry, and the host would throw the mic back to Tab to include her. Tab would chime in with something like “Exactly,” and then babble incoherently about the subject, as if she knew all about it. It didn’t make her look knowledgeable, though. It illustrated exactly the opposite. She sounded like an inebriated idiot.
But that’s what she does, isn’t it? She gathers real talent around herself, to try to elevate herself and make herself seem fabulous or important, at their expense. Whether it’s models or authors (or boyfriends), all she does is ride their coattails until they come to their senses and scrape her off.
They do not need her. She contributes nothing. Quite the opposite. She needs them. To puff up her ego. To make money off of. To steal identities from. To steal belief systems from. To copy.
From the host introducing Tabetha as Zoey, with an exaggerated laundry list of titles and accomplishments that amount to nothing in reality, to all of the ums, y’knows and outright lies – and her drunken/stoned slurred speech, the whole interview was a disaster. And there was nothing beautiful about it.