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My first podcast, So you want to be a writer
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.
Book Trailer for The Ameriad
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.
Author’s Guild gains class action status vs. Google but do they really represent all authors?
There’s an interesting case that’s making headlines right now about how Google was attempting to push the Author’s Guild out of the suit to sue Google for its Google Books initiative (where they would be the end all source for practically everyone’s book material with their all-inclusive Google Library). Yesterday, a judge determined that Google can’t push the Author’s Guild out of the picture. On the surface, this isn’t all that big a deal, but there are a couple of things that are probably important to point out.
First off, most of the critics have already addressed the fact that not every author really wants to be part of this lawsuit, as quite a few independent authors have zero problem with what Google is doing. However, unless they personally choose to opt out of the action, the Author’s Guild is going to go forward pretending it has a lot more power and influence than in really does. And most people tend to ignore these sorts of things, so they’re now going to be “included” in this action even if they’re not really interested in what’s happening. This is one of those things that always bothers me with class action lawsuits because in cases like those against Apple and their antenna for the 4G debacle, a lot of us who owned Apple iPhone 4s didn’t really care that much for taking action against Apple. We were kind of happy with our products. Yet, a class action lawsuit moves forward as if it is representing a lot of people who may never actually be a part of the settlement. There’s a lot of presumptuousness that takes place with class action lawsuits, but that’s a completely different story.
A more important issue to me is the one that isn’t getting any attention yet, and that’s the fact that the Author’s Guild, a writer’s advocacy group, is an extremely exclusive club that lets very few actual authors into its ranks. According to their guidelines for eligibility, if you want to be a member of the Author’s Guild, don’t even think about it unless you have been published by an established American publisher, and I mean VERY established. Using a subsidy publisher, Amazon Kindle direct services and such, or anything along those lines, and you’re guaranteed to be turned down by the Author’s Guild that keeps a tight hold on its allowance for membership. While their elitism has dwindled a bit over the last year (Matt Paust, who regularly publishes to Open Salon, updated us with an article on April 27, 2012, in which he pointed out that their new requirements indicate that you can gain membership if you’ve received at least $500 from publishing in the last year, although their web site is still heavily leaning towards pointing out its old archaic standards of exclusivity).
As a writer myself, I’ve been on the fence about the whole Google books thing. I sell books through Amazon Kindle as well as Barnes & Noble’s Nook, so I haven’t been all that focused on Google, as most things Google does tends to be overly complicated and often unusable (like their advertising service that I finally gave up trying to figure out one day after I ended up getting charged $5.00 to make a listing that could never be approved and then left me unable to even remove the ad that wouldn’t ever run). So, I’ll be interested to see what happens with this, as I’m sure a lot of others will as well.
Creating Mythology
One of my all-time passions has been the study of mythology. From the ideas of Joseph Campbell to the attempts of anthropologists to link ancient religion with ancient daily life, I’ve always been fascinated by the manifestations that people put into the study of symbolic metaphor and tying one’s behaviors to the perceptions of one’s surrounding universe. In all of that study, one of the things that has always intrigued me is the concept of unlocking secrets and discovering mysteries buried within ambiguities.
One of the struggles I had with writing one of my most recent novels, The Ameriad, was how to generate mythology in every day concepts that may not have existed, but could so easily mirror the past beliefs of other civilizations. While The Ameriad was developed with a sense of humor involved, it was still fascinating to generate an historical mythology that dealt with gods leading the first Americans to our rocky shores.
So why am I talking about mythology now? Well, it turns out that my latest writing project involves another aspect of mythological thinking that I haven’t had a chance to play around with, and that’s the idea of following up mysteries within ambiguities. In other words, I want to create a sense of mythology within the general world, yet touch on those mysteries with a sense of something bigger than the main characters themselves, something so strong and vivid that it literally takes a life of its own, hinting that it may actually exist outside of the book of fiction itself. To do this, I’m starting to explore the nuances of language, in how people talk to each other and often leave certain things out, while dropping hints of something slightly below the surface. To do this, I’m exploring several organizations that existed on the periphery of fringe communities in the 1990s that were often subjects that people talked around in ways that indicated some people knew a little more than they were revealing. An example is a religious organization that existed in the late 1980s that rose up to international prestige in select groups, yet was often difficult to contact no matter how hard you tried. There was a sense of guarded indifference to outsiders, so those trying to find out more information were often led down blind corridors and only the very devout were ever capable of getting close enough to discover more information.
That is the sort of thing I’m exploring with the topic I’m dealing with. Throughout history, there have always been fringe elements existing on the periphery of our society, and whenever people attempted to make contact, they were often frowned upon, either through strict membership rules or attempts to keep out the prying eyes of government authorities.
I’ll keep you informed. Or maybe I won’t.