Category Archives: Writing

At wit’s end with writing

I honestly don’t know what to do. I can’t seem to get anyone interested in my writing. It’s not because it’s not good enough; it’s mainly because it’s not famous enough, and it’s never going to be “famous” enough because no one reads it.

I guess what gets on my nerves is that I tend to support all of my friends and colleagues on their social networking sites, but rarely is that ever reciprocated. I’ll give a thumbs up to someone’s ridiculous cat picture or to someone’s latest “look how cute my baby is” photo. But rarely does that get returned.

I have about one friend on my social networking sites who I am very thankful for because she’s always supporting me with my writing. Probably more than she should ever have to. But she’s a rarity. I sometimes wish there was more I could do to support her, but I try.

Recently, I published probably the most important book of my career. To give it the credit it’s due, I need to hype the hell out of it because the publishing world is not the same place it was a decade ago. Publishers don’t support you. Writers are pretty much on their own, and unless they were Stephen King-level of famous a decade ago, they’re pretty much stuck with trying to make an impact in a world that has the attention span of a five year old.

So, I have been trying everything possible to get people interested in this book. For the first time ever, I created a book trailer and put it on Amazon and Youtube. It’s really funny and entertaining. The people who have seen it, all ten of them, love it. If you start to get my drift, I now can’t get people to watch a Youtube of a promo for a book that they aren’t interested in reading either. Basically, a writer trying to get traction today is essentially screwed.

The tragic part of trying to make it has a lot to do with the mechanisms that drive the whole industry now. In order to advertise my book anywhere, you generally have to have at least 4 to 5 reviews that are 4 stars or above (averaged). So, if you don’t have people who already read your book and reviewed it, you can’t get advertising for it so that people can actually read it and review it. And if by some chance you got those first five reviews and then could pay for some advertising, you then have to get dozens of reviews before you can actually start hitting a breaking point of where people will ever even notice that you’ve written a book. If you’re unknown, kind of like I am, then you’d probably get better results standing on the corner and throwing copies of your books at passing cars, hoping to hit one, blinding the driver so that he has to stop after running into a flagpole.

Anyway, here’s a last look at the video I created for this campaign.

 

Novella and poetry collection available for free on Amazon all this week

My novella, All Roads Lead to Pine Bush, the story of a travel writer who discovers all of his articles keep leading him to the same place, is available for free on Amazon for the next five days.  You can get it here.

My poetry collection, License to Quill, is also available for free for the next five days on Amazon.  The collection, which includes the epic poem License to Quill, is written in the mind of a young teenage runaway who escapes an abusive childhood, only to end up on the mean streets of downtown San Francisco.  You can get it here.  It is also available in paperback as well, but obviously not for free.

So, please go to Amazon to get free copies of these for your e-reader. All I ask is that if you like them, please review them. It’s the only way people are going to know they exist.

The Struggles of an Independent Writer

Most people generally don’t give independent writers a lot of attention or thought. Oh, they think about the famous writers and the ones that are publishing with the big companies. But the struggling, independent writer, who everyone talks about as the new future of writing is really a very difficult person to be.

To begin with, getting people to buy my books is almost a ridiculous battle that has no positive resolution. Friends don’t buy them. Family don’t buy them. Strangers don’t buy them. Oh, every now and then one of those people will say “Oh, I’m going to pick up your book” and then months go by and they never do. I have a colleague I work with who looked at the cover of my latest book and said she was going to pick it up. I smiled and realized right then and there: Wasn’t ever going to happen.

One of the biggest parts of the struggle involves how a writer gets attention. Social networking is great if you’re willing to spam your friends to death with novel information. I don’t do that. Otherwise, they probably wouldn’t be my friends any longer. I’ll read all of their updates about baby pictures and all that stuff, but I get the impression they mostly ignore mine. A few don’t, but they are the exceptions.

But in order to make it as an independent writer, especially one writing ebooks as well as regular books, you have to garner lots of positive reviews. That has never happened for me. I don’t even get reviews at all. People read my books, buy them at Amazon and all that, but they NEVER leave a review, let alone a positive one. So, I languish in unknownability (if that was a word).

So, I pay for Facebook ads that people click and then ignore. I pay for Goodread ads that people click and ignore. Maybe it’s my ads. Maybe it’s the fact that people just don’t support independent writers. I don’t really know. All I know is that I keep trying, and it’s not moving forward. Three steps back and then one more step further backwards.

But for all those who promised, or just care a little, how about picking up one of my books, reading it and then giving me a review. It might actually help.

Well, one can dream, right?

Chekhov’s Gun in Modern Day Writing…Tales from the TV Show “Justified”

For those who don’t know it, I’m a big fan of the television series “Justified”, which is in its fourth season and going strong. It stars Timothy Olymphant, who made his name as the star of “Deadwood”. He plays a federal marshal named Raylan Givens who is probably one of the few badass lawmen left on television. He’s definitely one of the good guys, and bad guys cross him at the risk of their own quick demise.

Anyway, the reason I’m talking about him is that one of the reasons I’ve always liked this show is that the writing is top notch, which is often rare for a television series. Oh, they’ll have decent writing from time to time, but mostly the plots are contrived, and the outcomes expected, but they rarely ever really move things along to get an audience thinking, wow, that show really grabs people by the jugular and doesn’t let go.

It was in a recent episode where I truly saw this happen, and it involves an old writer’s construct called “Chekhov’s Gun”, which is an old adage from the writer who indicated that if you bring a loaded gun on stage, at some point you need to have someone fire it. That’s the simple definition that a lot of amateur writers MIGHT get. However, it is actually discussing something much more insightful, and that’s the concept of foreshadowing.

Foreshadowing is to put something into the narrative that will have significance at a later time. Chekhov argued that you shouldn’t be putting elements into the fiction if they have no use for the story or to drive the story further. A lot of bad writers do this, creating plot holes that don’t get followed up, writing certain characters so they move off stage and then forgetting they’re still waiting in the wings for some kind of resolution.

The opposite of Chekhov’s Gun is a Red Herring, which basically means to introduce variables into a story that aren’t going to be followed up, but make the audience think that they’re important for some reason or another. Quite often, murder mysteries will do this, and some better than others. But in a drama, sometimes it’s hard to do this well. Unfortunately, a lot, and I do mean a LOT, of television does this because the writers are thinking of filling up time rather than producing new arcs for their characters. So you’ll see a lot of mediocre television series that produce all sorts of Chekhov’s Guns that end up being absurd Red Herrings.

But back to Raylan Givens and Chekhov’s Gun. In the most recent episode (and yes, this is a spoiler warning if you’re watching the show and haven’t seen the episode yet), a secondary character started to receive a lot more screen time. The name of the character is Bob (played brilliantly by Patton Oswalt), and he was a portly middle aged guy who was an elected constable in the area where Givens polices. Bob was the typical overweight cop with aspirations to be so much more than he currently was. He complains about how his elected job receives no respect whatsoever, as he has to buy his own car, fix it up with cop gear, and even his own gun and equipment. Most of the other police forces treat him as a joke, and he’s constantly aware of how little respect he has from everyone else. But he’s a good guy, and Givens, who has been burned by bad cops so many times in this series, half-heartedly trusts Bob. But he’s always trying to gain Raylan’s respect. At one point, he shows him this arsenal he keeps in his car for “when the shit gets real”, and he shows Raylan how if a suspect has a gun, he can pull out his knife quickly and seriously mess him up. When he acts out how he would do it on Raylan, who is sitting next to him in the police car, it is so obvious that Raylan is just laughing inside, because Bob’s actions wouldn’t have deterred Raylan (or anyone) from doing whatever they were going to do to Bob in the fictitious situation he was enacting for him.

But then at one point, Bob becomes responsible for information on the location of a fugitive that Raylan is trying to get out of town with while big bad criminals are doing everything possible to keep Raylan from escaping. One of the bad guys (a mafioso from Detroit) captures Bob and tortures him, but no matter how much pain and bad guy tactics the guy uses, he can’t get Bob to reveal that he even knows who Drew Peterson is (Bob keeps responding with different variations on the name Drew: “Drew Mama?” “Drew Bacca?”). As the bad guy looks as if he’s finally going to kill Bob for not cooperating, Bob manages to pull out his knife and in an extremely intense moment of television, manages to kill the bad guy right before Raylan and team arrive to where he was being held. The knife, as foreshadowed, was used almost exactly as Bob said he was going to use it when he showed it to Raylan days before in Bob’s cop car. When it happened, even I was surprised because Bob was thrust into a situation that no normal man could have ever survived, and the drama was made that much better for it.

Which then leads to possibly the greatest line of the entire episode (if not the season), when a bad guy has cornered Raylan (and Bob who is acting as Raylan’s back up), and Raylan tells the bad guy that Bob killed the man the mafioso sent to interrogate him. So the mob guy says: “Him?” Raylan responds with: “People underestimate Bob at their own peril.” Although Raylan isn’t the kind of guy to say “Good job, Bob.” Bob heard him and realized he had the respect he had always been seeking.

This is what I’m talking about when I talk about good writing. They could have gone with a typical Die Hard-like scenario and then a “Yipee ay oh Kiyaay” dialogue, but that’s the difference between popcorn writing and dramatic writing. For the record, I like both kinds of writing, but I’ll be thinking about dramatic writing for days and weeks after I experience it. I can’t say the same for popcorn writing.

Free promotion for newly released book

For the following week, Monday through Friday, Amazon is offering my books Darkened Passages (a new dark fantasy short story collection released over the weekend) and the book that was previously published before it, Deadly Deceptions (a mystery/suspense novel published last year) for free if you have Amazon Prime. So, hopefully people take advantage of it.

If you do, please do me the courtesy of leaving a review. It’s amazing how many of my novels are bought but then no one leaves a review. Hopefully, no one thinks they suck. 🙁

Killing a Character

Some years ago, I was writing my novel The Teddy Bear Conspiracy. One of my main characters was named Tina, and there came a time in the book where her character had to be killed off. I found this really hard at the time because prior to this moment in the writing, I had really put a lot of life into this character, making her almost as important as the main protagonist and any other character in the novel. But I had hit that point where she had to go, so I gave her the glorious, heart-wrenching death she deserved. And then I was finished for the night.

The next day, I was in my writing office, continuing the novel. My office was located on the second floor of my apartment and somewhat isolated, so it gave me the space to write and not be bothered. And that was when I heard a whisper of a knock on my front door. Not one to answer the door while I’m writing, I kept going. Then the knocking stopped, and my doorbell rang. I still wasn’t planning to answer the door, but then the doorbell started ringing over and over, as it does when some very impatient person is on the porch, not easily dissuaded by someone not answering the door on the first ring.

I realized I had to answer the door because the person wasn’t going to stop ringing the doorbell. So I opened my office door, descended the stairs and then opened the door.

I discovered a tiny woman standing there, someone I had never met before. “Can I help you?” I said.

She said, in broken English: “My name is Tina. I have come back.”

I just stared at her, not sure if she was serious. I mean, she didn’t look like the Tina I imagined in my book, nor did she talk anything like her. But here she was, this woman named Tina saying she was back.

My immediate thought was that I was in some rejected Stephen King novel, or one he wrote when he wasn’t feeling well. Characters didn’t come back from novels. Well, at least not so they’re standing at the author’s door planning all sorts of evil that only killed off characters might do if they were to return the day after they were ritually killed in their prospective stories.

But why was she back? I thought. Did this mean I was mistaken in killing her off?

“What do you want?” was all I could think to say, while imagining all sorts of awful things that you’d see in horror movies. If only I was a horror writer, I might have had a better sense of what was about to happen.

And then she spoke, looking at my bewildered stare as if I was the one out of place here. “I said my name is Tina. I used to live here months ago. I just wanted to check if there was any mail that was still being delivered.”

And suddenly, I realized where I had come up with the name Tina in the first place. It was on a letter that had been mistakenly delivered here a few months back. I had given it back to the postal carrier and thought nothing of it since. Although the name had stuck and reappeared in my mind when looking for the name of that character.

“I am sorry,” I said. “I sent all mail back to the post office that might have been for you.”

She thanked me, and then Tina was out of my life forever.

But ever since then, I think twice before I kill off a character, always wondering if it’s the right thing. Because you don’t want that character showing up at your front door if you didn’t kill him or her right. Or justly.

Yet another job slips through my fingers

I applied for a job where I currently work. I was totally qualified for it, and I would have done a great job with it. Made it to the second interview. And the interview went great. The next week, I was informed that I was “second” in the running, so the job went to someone else.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this sort of thing in my life. I keep applying for things, and way too often end up being the “other” person behind the person who actually gets the job. It doesn’t matter how much education I have, how smart I really am, how innovative I am, what skills I hav e, or whatever. I keep coming up as the second in line for whatever thing I’m seeking. I have news for those who aren’t following: Second place doesn’t get a job or anything else. You get to start over and look forward to coming in second some other time.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many times this keeps happening in my life. And it’s not even jobs. It happened with my writing career where I came so close to finally making it and then something gave me that second place treatment again. An example is that years ago I landed a very well known literary agent who ended up in a car accident soon after signing me on as a client. She had a brain injury where she basically didn’t even remember I was her client. I mean, come on. This shit isn’t supposed to happen outside of bad television shows. I had a second agent years later who felt he could sell my espionage fiction. Then he called me to inform me that he was going to be representing some other writer who would take too much time, so as suspected, I got dumped.

And I am getting older (had a birthday a few days ago) that reminds me that I’m probably less desirable as a future employee than all of the younger people coming out of school.

So, without sounding dramatic or whatever, I give up. It’s not worth trying any more.

Does Censoring Profanity in Music Diminish the Musician’s Message?

I picked up the new Pink cd the other day for her album, The Truth About Love. What I noticed is that a lot of her music this time around is filled with profanity. Personally, I don’t mind because I really like her music. But then it got me to start wondering about the purpose behind swearing in music, whether it was necessary, and whether or not the song would change its meaning by filtering out the swearing. This was brought home to me on the shuttle bus trip from the parking lot, when I heard “Blow Me (one last kiss)” on the radio speaker playing on the shuttle. The song, from Pink’s new album, is the first release, and the words “fuck” and “shit” appear quite frequently, including a part where the chorus sings: “I’ve had a shit day/You’ve had a shit day/We’ve had a shit day”. The radio version doesn’t even try to address this, basically sounding like: “I’ve had a it day/You’ve had a it day/We’ve had a it day”. In other words, they just removed the voiced part of the song to make the word miss the “sh” sound to it. This got me to wondering if the song actually still maintains the same meaning. The complaint in the song is that she wants to break up with whomever it she’s with and it’s part of the realization that she had a bad day, he had a bad day, and they both had a bad day, but she still needs to pull the trigger on the relationship. With “I’ve had a it day”, I’m not sure the point is completely made.

But going back to her previous album, Pink Greatest Hits…So Far, her hit F***** Perfect was probably the best example of the problem inherent in a musician trying to be mainstream, sell records, AND be played on the radio.  The actual song was titled Fucking Perfect, and she sings those words throughout the song, but in the radio version, the word “Fucking” is aired out, and all you hear is silence during that moment while she’s saying “Perfect” so you get the impression the song is called “Perfect”. What’s significant about this is that the whole song is about forced conformity, and her real dilemma is that people are forced to be “fucking perfect”, not just perfect. It’s somewhat ironic that the song is changed on her to conform to radio standards, and I would not have been surprised to hear that there were probably radio and studio executives who might have been advocating for her to call the song “Perfect” just to avoid the problems of disc jockeys not being able to say the correct name on the radio when announcing the song. What I did notice on the few radio stations I listed to was a tendency to just call it “Perfect.”

So, my question is: Does changing the author’s wording also change the meaning of the song? Granted, in some genres of music, and with some musicians, there is a tendency to add profanityjust to look cool or hip, but one thing I’ve always noticed about Pink’s lyrics is that she doesn’t appear to be doing it just to get a reaction. This latest album appears to have more blatant profanity than the previous one, but I’m still left thinking that that is just a part of her writing style, and that she probably talks a lot like she writes lyrics.