Do We Know The Author?

When we buy a book, we think we’re going to like it because the title, synopsis or cover attracts our interest. I’d be the first to admit that I don’t often read a book that makes me stop to wonder about what the author is like. Questions like, what does the author look like, where does the author live and did life experiences give the author ideas for the book? An author’s brief biography is in the back of the book and sometimes a picture, but that short paragraph is not nearly enough to get to know the author.

The more famous authors become, the more we learn about them, because of the publicity they generate. Lesser known authors just starting out, especially self published ones like me, are strangers and will pretty much stay that way unless the author reaches out to them. I don’t hire publicity, but I do use the internet, my local newspapers and book signing. I have the idea that if I make myself known to my readers, providing they like me and my books, the more books I might sell. So far this reasoning seems to be working.

Some readers get to know about me through my blogs where I tell about my rural upbringing. If I didn’t tell the readers, would they know that westerns were the books of choice in my house. How I grew up is reflected in my writing. Living near a small, Iowa town helps me use characters and stories that are true to life in my mystery series.
The Dark Wind Howls Over Mary (a western – ISBN 1438221576) and Amazing Gracie Mystery Series – Neighbor Watchers- Book One (ISBN 148246072).

I often talk about my personal experiences that I have turned into books such as being a caregiver for my parents. I volunteer for the Alzheimer’s Association and for eight years was facilitator of an Alzheimer’s support group. Because of that experience, three of my books deal with Alzheimer’s disease. People who are working their way through that dreadful disease need to know that I went through it before I wrote the books. I want the readers to understand I know how they feel so they can identify with me and my family. See Open A Window (ISBN 14382444991), Hello Alzheimers Good Bye Dad (ISBN 1438278276) and Floating Feathers Of Yesterdays – a three act play (ISBN 1438250932).

For the readers that haven’t found my websites or read my biography, I put my bio and contact information in with the books I sell along with a business card. If they are curious enough to check my information out on my bookstore website, they will learn about me in my bio, blog and book event pictures as well as the titles and prices of my books.

I advertise my bookstore website as much as possible and sell my books on other sites like Amazon. When I sell my books, I send an email to the buyers right after I mail the books to alert them to watch for their books. The mail system has lost some of my books. I do replace them at my expense. Knowing that media mail takes 2 – 9 days, I try to mail a book in a day or two so that the wait doesn’t seem so long for the buyer. I want that speedy delivery to please them. If the book does get lost, I replace it. I have developed a trust with the buyers. They find they can depend on my honesty to replace a lost or damaged book. They need to know I will do the right things to work up my customer base and show them I have an honest business. Maybe the books won’t turn out to be to their liking, but it will be everything it has been advertised to be.

In my email I always say if the buyers have time, I’d liked to hear what they think of the book. Those reviews come in handy to put on sites where I sell books. Giving my email replies a personal touch has made me friends with people from around the United States and lately in other countries. They continued to keep in touch. These buyers wait for word from me that my next book is ready to buy. Some of the anxious ones email several times to ask how long until my next book is finished. I always reply with a response about how the book is coming and reassure them that I’ll let them know as soon as I have the book for sale. Right now, I have a long list of emails to send a notice once I’ve published the book which should be ready this summer. What I have done so far may not have made me a household word yet, but what I’m doing works for me. Maybe some day.

This is a reprint from Fay Risner’s Booksbyfay blog.

The Successful Publisher

I’ve been thinking about the previous post, and it seems to me the same advice holds for anyone looking to get into publishing — whether as a self-published author, or as a publisher of other people’s works on any scale. If you don’t define success yourself, the miserable soulless scorekeepers are going to define it by how much money you’re making, or whether or not you’re still in business.

The recent dissolution of HarperStudio is not simply a case in point, it’s a case that demonstrates the utterly bankrupt way the miserable soulless scorekeepers go about their business. What happened at HarperStudio, as far as I can tell, is that the guy who ran the place — Bob Miller — decided to go do something else. In a corporate context that’s the equivalent of leaving your wallet on the street, because there are always other factions in a corporation that want to play with the money in your budget. But is that the same thing as failing?
 
Seriously: how many people inside HarperCollins were rooting for HarperStudio, and how many were hoping it would fail? If you worked for the mothership, did you really want someone proving that a stripped-down version of what you were doing could actually work? Or did you want it to blow up, with or without your own finger on the trigger? I have no idea if Bob Miller was a hampered visionary or bumbling idiot, but that’s really the point. Does anyone know what was happening behind the scenes? Does anyone know what the money flow was like, and how HarperStudio’s subsidiary status with HarperCollins affected its ability to be successful?
 
What if Bob Miller had not decided to leave HarperStudio? What if he was still there, doing his job, but the company was badly in the red? Would that be a success story? Better yet, what if he was still doing his job, but he was embezzling money from the company and cheating authors at the same time? From the outside it would look like he was still in business, and thus not a failure — at least until he got caught. Is HarperStudio a failure because it tried to play fair? Are vanity presses that prey on naive customers demonstrating a better business model? (I’ll leave you to guess what the miserable soulless scorekeepers think.)
 
And what about the absurdity in all this? Anyone who thinks that HarperStudio failed in an objective sense has to reconcile that view with a larger context in which publishing is a wounded, dying animal that has little chance of continuing in its current form. If you really want to say that HarperStudio failed, isn’t the entire industry failing by that score? How many other companies are being held together by their leadership, while the bottom line bleeds out through an artery shredded by the internet? Isn’t there general agreement even now that the big publishers are playing for time in their dealings with Apple and Amazon, and their imposition of the agency model? Is there anyone who can point to a model that’s going to be an unbridled success a year from now? Five years? Ten? Are you shaking your head?
 
Publishers at every level need to define why they’re doing what they’re doing. Leaving that task to the miserable soulless scorekeepers will always result in the inevitable charge that you’re a failure, because that’s the point of keeping score. If you care about books or writers or publishing, defining that passion will prevent others from defining it for you. You won’t ever be able to get them to admit it, of course, but that’s not the goal. The goal is saving your sanity, if not your soul.

This is a reprint from Mark Barrett‘s Ditchwalk.

Spam, scam or virus

According to strangers that email me, I’ve had a handful of rich relatives or someone who just wanted to leave me money die in foreign countries.  I deleted the messages right away.

Recently, I received two invitations to link my blog to leading ink cartridges blog sites by I assumed from the way the email read a employee of those companies who just happened to read my blog and found it interesting enough to have on their website. In the one link, the address turned blue which was a sign to me that there was such a link. In the next email link I received a week later with the other ink cartridge company name mentioned the address was not blue which should have been a red flag. I did search for a blog site for that company and didn’t come up with one. But I excused that as my failure because I didn’t know where to look. I put the links in a couple of my blogs. One of those blog web sites red flagged my blog as having a virus in it and didn’t use the entry. At that point, I still wasn’t getting what had happened. You see as an author, I was thinking the more places on the internet I have my blog means more exposure so more people become familiar with my name and my books and buy them.

I got another email from the one link. The woman said she couldn’t find the link on any site. I replied that the link didn’t light up so she might send me the link again if the one she sent wasn’t working. I didn’t hear from her. Until a few days ago that is when I recieved much the same type email with the hype that the site had thousands of bloggers and thousands of viewers. The woman used the same name as before which wasn’t too smart. Now I’m finally suspicious that something is wrong. She requested me to link up to yet another name brand ink cartridge blog site. The link wasn’t blue in this one, either. I investigated and couldn’t find the blogs so I deleted and blocked that message. Maybe the links were just these companies way of advertising. If someone saw the links they couldn’t use them because they weren’t valid for good reason, because there isn’t blogs connected to the company sites but the ink cartridge brand mentioned is a way to remind them to buy.

I’m not sure what was suppose to happen or what will happen as a result of my replying to the emails. Now I’m wondering about the first email with the legitimate website address. Anyone can type in a website address that works. That doesn’t mean the person who emailed me had the authority to invite me to be in the blog site or that I actually got in once I put the link in my blog. I’m now thinking that all three message came from the same person or persons.

The blog site that red flagged my blog has let me back in to post. I appreciate that the website managers are willing to give me a second chance. So from now on, one lesson I’ve learned is if the link isn’t blue delete it and before you accept an invitation investigate to see what you’re getting into. I’m going to go back to my blog entry with the links in them and delete. For right now, if I were you I’d put emails with bad links to name brand cartridge ink blog sites on the top of your list of emails to get rid of fast. If anyone can tell me what was or is suppose to happen now that I stupidly replied to the email, I’d appreciate hearing comments.

Think that is the end of my virus or spam woes. Think again. A couple weeks ago, I took myself off a social network. I enjoyed emailing family and friends through that website. However, they all have my email address and can contact me anytime they want, but it makes me angry that I should be the one to leave in order to stop a problem created by someone else. My email was being used in a link that was thought to be a virus. I didn’t have a clue that the link was circulating on that site until a member that wasn’t on my list of contacts so wouldn’t have been someone I would have known how to contact emailed me. She sent me the link with my email address in it. This was a long line of letters and numbers with my email address in the middle which by the way wasn’t lit up. She said she had received the link many times for a period of time. The link looked like a virus to her, and she wished I’d quit sending it. I replied that I didn’t know anything about it or her which should have made her suspicious. She should have notified the website managers right away after the first time she got the email. I didn’t like what was happening any better than she did so I told her I was going to leave the site, but before I did I turned in the problem and hoped she did, too. The website managers answer was for me to delete myself until they found out what was going on. Right after that I received another email from a man who had gotten a link he didn’t like. I didn’t know him, either. A man he did know was sending this link to him so he deleted that man from his list of contacts. He thought that would be the end of it for him. He was hoping that would solve my problem so I wouldn’t have to leave the group. Might have but I didn’t know the person the link came from or what was behind it so I couldn’t delete anyone from my list of contacts. The damage was already done and would continue if I had stayed on the site. Who knows, my email link may still be surfacing to unsuspecting members of that social group if the person or persons sending it hasn’t been caught yet. For me, it means I will never use that site again.

Lesson number two, don’t be like the woman who suffered in silence as she deleted emails from me, a stranger, with my email address in the link and no other message included. Alert someone at the website involved, tell it to whoever will listen so a virus doesn’t happen to them. Stop whatever was suppose to happen. I know that won’t stop the bad guys from coming up with something new to pull on us, but hopefully as we keep each other informed, we become more alert and wiser. So if anyone out there wants to leave a comment about this happening to them or something similar I’d appreciate hearing from you. The more educated I am, the more prepared I am to end the next attempt at scaming me or putting a virus in mine and other computers.

 

 

The Successful Author

When it comes to publishing in the modern age, I don’t think people care much about anything other than sales. As an author you can write something great, but if it doesn’t sell like hotcakes the miserable soulless scorekeepers in the publishing industry will say what the miserable soulless scorekeepers in every industry say: that you failed.

Because primacy of sales is not implicit in the word author, however, qualifiers become necessary. You can only be a successful author if you sell lots of books, or otherwise generate serious revenue in the form of t-shirt sales, film rights, speech-circuit fees, etc. It doesn’t matter if you generate all these sales by lying about yourself or duping your readers. The only thing that matters is the money.

If you write a book that is only read by world leaders, who take your words and change the planet with them, you will not be called successful. You might be described as influential, and the fact of your influence might drive future sales or offers to speak in front of go-go executives, but until the money rolls in you will never be described as a success. Not even if you save a million lives.

If you do not sell a lot of books but you receive critical acclaim then you can call yourself a critically-acclaimed author, or an award-winning author, but you cannot call yourself a successful author. Unless of course you were aiming for critical success all along, in which case you can pull a fast one and present yourself as a successful, critically-acclaimed author, thereby implying that you sold more books than you actually did.

If you are neither critically-acclaimed nor generating sales, then you can call yourself an author as long as you A) have written at least one book, and B) are working on another book, even if it’s only in your head. If you stop at any point, however, you become a failed author because you failed to achieve critical acclaim or financial success. In the writing business there is nothing worse than being a failed author. Except being a miserable soulless scorekeeper.

The antidote to all this, of course, is defining success for yourself. And I don’t mean that as a trite observation. Rather, I mean you should have an actual conversation with yourself about this issue and define why you’re writing and what it is you hope to give and gain by linking words together.

You don’t have to tell anyone what your definition is, and you can change it any time you want. What’s critical is simply that you know the answer yourself. Because if you don’t, the miserable soulless scorekeepers will gladly define success for you.

This is a cross-posting from Mark Barrett‘s Ditchwalk.

When You Do Your Best Writing

One of the first things that new writers may discover when they start working is that there are certain times of the day that make for better writing results. Of course, this isn’t a one-size-fits-all sort of thing. No, each writer will answer differently if asked. (Some may not know when they do their best writing.)

There are writers that work better first thing in the morning and there are those that do better work at night when things tend to be quieter. You may even find that the middle of the day is the best time for you. There are also writers that work better dividing up their writing times into several periods throughout the day. Which of these are you? Better yet, what benefit is there to knowing when you write better?

For the working writer, the answer may come down to productivity. If you are working on an article with a deadline, you want know that you can make the most of the limited time that you have in order to get things done. If you want to work better then you should be aware of your tendencies. Make your writing time work for you rather than against you. There are some beginning writers that spent time trying to force themselves into a particular mold. They then wonder why they’re having such a hard time putting words on the page. Every article becomes a struggle to complete.

Now, we cannot say that this is the only reason for low productivity. There are other factors that contribute to how much a given writer will get done during the course of the day. Distractions from within and without number chief among these. Sometimes, you’re just having a bad day and the words won’t come easily. It doesn’t have to be a complicated mesh of reasons for why one part of the day works better than another. 
 
Rather than conforming yourself to one specific way, it may be the best course to have some options so you are not governed by an  unrealistic standard. How can you expect be a creative writer this way? But wait. Which is it? There are benefits to approaching your writing time from both perspectives. In fact, you may find that a good mix of the two will be the most effective way to get things done right.
 
I leave it up to every writer to discover this one for themselves. I am doing the same. What do you think? Do you have an opinion about this? If yes, then e-mail me or leave a comment. I’d love to hear from you. 
 

This is a reprint from Shaun C. Kilgore‘s website.

The Relatives Have Spring Fever

My post may appear to have nothing to do with being able to write a book, but guess again.  Where do you think I get my ideas and vivid details for the type of books I write?

My attention is split these days between the computer to blog and work on a book and the transformation outside from winter to spring. Sweet smelling purple and white hyacinths are in bloom in one of my flower beds. On a trip through a couple towns yesterday, I saw other flowers, but in the country, the temperature is cooler. We are not protected from the cold winds so country flowers take longer to come up and bloom. I just keep telling myself that my turn is coming to admire my flower beds.

Now we have most of the baby lambs and goats born and frolicking around the barn yard. City relatives want to see the newborn. A great nephew thought we ran a petting zoo. I gave him a bottle of milk to offer a lamb. The lamb came at him with such gusto it was all the little fellow could do to hang on to the bottle. After the bottle went empty, the nephew made a lap around the barn yard, chasing the sheep. They managed to stay ahead of him and not knowing his intention decided to hide in the barn until he left. I put a milk goat in the stanchion and offered to let him milk, but he took one look at what I had in mind for him to do and yelled, "Gross." After that he stayed fairly close to his father. He’s only five years old. The rabbit tour was more up his alley. They watched him from the safety of their cages, and he eyed them back.

That same day, a 36 year old nephew, a new relative by marriage, who wants to experience all he can about farm life came to visit. He is always eager to learn something new when he comes to visit. First, I had to dig out two new nipples so that I had enough bottles to go around to feed the lambs. Nephew was going to help me put the new nipples on the bottle. The hard new rubber nipples refused to stretch over the pop bottles. It took us half an hour to get the job done. Finally, my husband pulled his pliers out of his side holster, grabbed the tab at the bottom and stretched the nipples over the opening. Where was he thirty minutes before? Of course, the nephew thought I gave him trick nipples to use just to see him struggle. The next morning the new nipples went on the bottles as easy as the older nipples because they had been stretched. I haven’t told Nephew this yet.

He helped our five year old great nephew bottle feed lambs, but he wanted to try more of a challenge. For a year now, he has been asking me if he could milk a goat. I handed him the bucket and pointed to the goat in the stanchion. My instruction was to milk fast while she ate her feed, because when she finished eating, she lays down. The nanny is pretty smart that way. This is her statement. She gets fed, or she don’t give milk.

Nephew worked gingerly at something he’d never done before. I finally told him to turn loose of the bucket and use both hands. After getting half a cup of milk in the bottom of bucket, he told me to show him how I do it. As he got down close to watch, I pulled the trick that has been handed down through most families of farmers when they milked their cows. I missed the bucket and sprayed him. My aim was good. I splattered the back of his hand, thinking to not mess up his city clothes. He wiped his hand on his slack legs like a true county man. Unaware that I missed the bucket on purpose and this nephew being the teaser he is, he isn’t going to let me forget my bad aim for awhile. Not that a trick or two is going to stop him from coming back for more lessons. He loves being on the sidelines of what we do here. I know how he feels. It was bred into me from my ancestors to want this country life and to appreciate it.

10 Acclaimed Authors Who Only Wrote One Book

This post originally appeared on the Online Degree Programs site, and is reprinted here in its entirety with that site’s permission.

For many authors, a great novel is simply one part of a larger lifetime of creative work. For others, however, a great novel is a once in a lifetime blessing, one that was never followed up with another due to creative stagnation or circumstances out of his or her control. The authors listed here wrote books that have been read in high school and college courses for years, many of which won numerous awards. These books mark the greatest literary achievements of each author’s lifetime.

  1. Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird: This notoriously reclusive author was terrified of the criticism she felt she would receive for this classic American novel. Of course, the novel didn’t tank and was an immediate bestseller, winning great critical acclaim, including the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1961. While Lee spent several years working on a novel called The Long Goodbye, she eventually abandoned it and has yet to publish anything other than a few essays since her early success and none since 1965
     
  2. Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man: Invisible Man is Ellison’s best known work, most likely because it was the only novel he ever published during his lifetime and because it won him the National Book Award in 1953. Ellison worked hard to match his earlier success but felt himself stagnating on his next novel that eventually came to encompass well over 2000 pages. It was not until Ellison’s death that this novel was condensed, edited and published under the title Juneteenth.
  3. Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago: Pasternak’s inclusion here by no means limits him as a one hit wonder, as he was and is known as one of the greatest poets of the 20th century. But when it came to writing novels, Pasternak was to only create one work, the epic Dr. Zhivago. It was a miracle that even this novel was published, as the manuscript had to be smuggled out of Russia and published abroad. Even when it won Pasternak the Nobel Prize in 1958, he was forced to decline due to pressure from Soviet authorities, lest he be exiled or imprisoned. Pasternak died two years later of lung cancer, never completing another novel.
     
  4. Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind: Margaret Mitchell never wanted to seek out literary success and wrote this expansive work in secret, only sending it to publishers after she was mocked by a colleague who didn’t believe she was capable of writing a novel. She turned out to be more than capable; however, and the book won a Pulitzer and was adapted into one of the best known and loved films of all time. Mitchell would not get a chance to write another novel, as she was struck and killed by a car on her way to the cinema at only 49 years of age.
     
  5. Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights: As part of a family of women who enjoyed writing, Emily did work on a collection of poetry during her life, though the vast majority of her work was published under a more androgynous pen name at first. While Wuthering Heights received criticism at first for it’s innovative style, it has since become a classic and was edited and republished in 1850 by her sister under her real name. It is entirely possible that Emily may have gone on to create other novels, but her poor health and the harsh climate she lived in shortened her life, and she died at 30 of tuberculosis.
     
  6. Anna Sewell, Black Beauty: Sewell didn’t start off her life intending to be a novelist. Indeed, she didn’t begin writing Black Beauty until she was 51 years old, motivated by the need to create a work that encouraged people to treat horses (and humans) humanely, and it took her six years to complete it. Upon publication it was an immediate bestseller, rocketing Sewell into success. Unfortunately, she would not live to enjoy but a little of it as she died from hepatitis five months after her book was released.
     
  7. Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray: Wilde is best known as a poet and playwright, but he did make one attempt at a novel during his life, the sometimes controversial The Picture of Dorian Gray. While his plays brought him the most success during his lifetime, it is this novel that has secured a place for him in literary history. Yet it was a bit too racy for Victorian society at the time, with critics calling it everything from "effeminate" to "unclean", largely due to the book’s homoerotic and hedonistic undertones. Because of this criticism, Wilde revised his novel, but he was never to undertake the task again, instead sticking to poetry and plays for the rest of his career.
     
  8. John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces: John Kennedy Toole was a well-educated and intelligent man who taught at Dominican College in New Orleans. It was during this time he wrote his comic novel. Unfortunately, the stress of not being able to get his work published–book critics didn’t think it was about anything in particular–as well as other factors took their toll on his health, and Toole quit his job and descended into a deep depression, eventually committing suicide in 1969. It was not until 1980 that his work was published, finally earning him the recognition he desired and a posthumous Pulitzer Prize.
     
  9. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar: Sometimes a work of fiction can be a little too personal, as was the case with Plath’s The Bell Jar, published in 1963 under a pseudonym. While an accomplished poet, Plath struggled with bipolar depression, a condition made worse by an unfaithful husband and a miscarriage. In the acclaimed novel, the main character suffers a break and commits suicide, a fate Plath herself was to share, killing herself only months after the publication of the book. While this was to be her only novel, Plath did win the Pulitzer for her poetry in 1982, the first writer to ever posthumously do so.
     
  10. Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things: This author is mentioned last because while she has to date only published one work of fiction–one that garnered her the Booker Prize–she is still working today. Much of the work she has published since her novel has been nonfiction and political essays as well as a number of screenplays. After a significant hiatus from her last book (13 years and counting), she is reported to be working on a new novel, though there is no guarantee that she will return to the novel-writing genre.

 

I-Pad Lust

I’m not an Apple customer, but I confess I have I-Pad lust.

Having shlepped a laptop around for years to use in libraries, research venues, or speaking engagements, more often than not I felt burdened by equipment rather than assisted by a handy tool. I have a far different sense about I-Pad.

I see I-Pad as a useful tool for researching in libraries, or anyplace else for that matter, though I wish it had a camera for copying books pages or documents. I’m confident a future I-Pad will provide one. For now, this is a tool you still can take deep into the library stacks, or into the court house basement.

I also see the speedy I-Pad as useful when giving lectures. My specialty is history extracted from genealogy. I try never to respond to a genealogy question, or historical event or date, without access to my database for an accurate reply. It’s tough keeping track of countless dates, events, and 5,000 characters and cousins, even if you are brilliant. Having my database online, the I-Pad becomes a fast & handy, immediate response tool.

For writing books and articles, I’ve learned the electronic format differs from the print format greatly. e-Books fundamentally have changed the way I write, because of the way an e-book appears on the screen, and because of the way an e-book is read. Writing to the I-Pad increases a writer’s clarity & communication.

I’ve always been a voracious newspaper reader and magazine subscriber. But I don’t like reading a computer screen in a dedicated seat. I firmly believe I-Pad is the newspaper’s salvation, as well as that of the magazine publisher, simply because the tool re-incarnates the use of a newspaper or magazine. Read it at lunch, or on the throne. Flip the pages. Set it aside. Pick it up again. It’s as easy as a newspaper or magazine. Just don’t line your birdcage with one.

What author, historian, or genealogist doesn’t have a library of old and new images, news clippings, reference articles, book citations, or document copies? Face to face with a book buyer, show-and-tell always has been a problem. I-Pad solves that. All your research is right at hand. Carry volumes of clippings, photos, research anywhere you go. Pull them out anywhere, anytime. Pass them around. Try doing that with a laptop. Then offer your book for purchase. Right now the book buyer can take home that same information in your book.

I believe this Apple tool is one to latch on to. Simply because of it’s capability and probability to change computing, researching, writing, reading, and the computer’s use, as we know it. Already Apple has discarded the physical keyboard for the virtual one. I’m sure one day very soon Apple will sell the ultimate mouse trap. And I can’t wait to play Exterminator!

Practically speaking, for the writer of history I-Pad is a tool sent from the lives of the past, making it easy to stay in touch. Come on Charlemagne, send me an I-Pad now.

Four Approaches To Writing Schedules

Editor’s Note: With this post, Shaun Kilgore joins Publetariat’s roster of regular Contributors.

Today, I thought I would pull out some articles that I’ve found on the topic of schedules. There are definitely some different ways to approach the subject. What it comes down it is finding one that works for you.

All of you know that each writer has their own unique writing habits. I know that none of this is original thinking. In fact, I’m sure most of you already have some type of schedule in place to help you get writing done each day. This doesn’t mean that the method you’re using is getting you the results you’ve hoped for.


Perhaps, you are considering a change in your writing schedule and would appreciate another perspective. I hope these posts will offer you some guidance. Thanks for reading.

Four Approaches

1. Creating A Writing Schedule That Works For You – Yuliya Geikhman (Associated Content)

2. How To Create A Writing Schedule – lolaness (eHow)

3. How To Stick To Your Writing Routine – Ashley Sinatra (Associated Content)

4. How To Make A Writing Schedule And Stick To It – Online Writing Tips (blog)

What Else?

Now, I’m sure you’ll find some overlap in some of the advice and tips included in these different articles, but that shouldn’t be a deterrent. Not at all. There are just some things about setting up a writing schedule that are common to any writer. It is only the fine details that will vary from person to person.

I’m still trying to discover the perfect schedule for me. I think I’ve dabbled in a variety of approaches because I am always trying to make one flexible enough to meet the demands of child care obligations. Being a stay-at-home dad is tough all on its own. Little children have a hard time understanding a writing schedule if they understand it at all. With time, I know they will more, but in the meantime, I have to do what works – and make up the difference in other ways.

All of this is to say that schedules really are an important part of having a good writing career. They will help you attain your goals and meet your deadlines. Without them, you may find that time slips away from you so quickly. If you haven’t established your own schedule, then do it now. Don’t wait another moment. Your thank yourself later.

Again, thanks for reading. If you have any other approaches to scheduling, could you pass them on here by leaving a comment. See you next time.

This is a cross-posting from Shaun C. Kilgore‘s blog. 

Happy Happy Birthday!

Today is my friend’s birthday. It’s a very special day for her. So I’m not gonna ruin it. Haha. My friend’s name is Hershey. Nice name isn’t it? Just like the hershey chocolate. This friend of mine is very sweet. Sometimes moody but fun to be with. I’m thankful that I met her. Anyway. As for her birthday she is planning on celebrating it on a Bar. She wants to drink with us. Some laughing, singing and bonding. I’m sure it will be a great night. A really great night. A night that we will never forget for the rest of our lives. After her celebration with us she plans to celebrate it with her family. A swimming pool party perhaps. She loves to swim even if she didn’t know how to swim. She wants me to accompany her because she’s going to buy pool supplies for the pool. It’s her birthday so I can’t reall complain. It’s a great pleasure that she did not forget us in her birthday celebration. Hershey is one of my true friends. I will treasure her for the rest of my life.

March Doldrums

Wello, hello again. I seem to have found my way back after an absence of several months.  There was some travel involved. We dodged some tornadoes in Arkansas, some tandem Semi rigs in OK City, then made it home intact. 

March surprised us by throwing sunshine and warm temperatures for a couple of weeks, but now we’re back to the same old tiresome month we know and love.

I’ve been working on the sequel novel to the Red Gate as well as writing a few short stories to keep my hands active.  I entered The Red Gate into the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards contest and was encouraged when it made the first cut, but…it didn’t make the second. Possibly because I entered it into YA to see if it would fly there. I’d had some encouraging feedback from younger readers, but the conditions for YA are pretty specific regarding the age of the MC.  15-19 years old is the target age.  My MC was 26.

I’ve also given a lot of thought to new ways to market my writing.  One of the ideas I had, has to do with pulling a chapter out of a novel, re-writing it into a stand-alone short story, then entering it into short fiction contests to get a little notice for the book.  I’ve also entered three other contests with other short stories I worked on during my hiatus.  If any of this comes to fruition, I’ll pass it along in a future Curmudgeon installment.

Meanwhile, I’ll go check up to see if any of my bookstores need inventory and get myself in the mood for Spring. 

 

 

…of Exhaustion, Frustration, and Some Other Word That Ends In “-tion.”

This post, from RJ Keller, originally appeared on her Ingenious Title To Appear Here Later blog on 11/21/09.

Friday night, I was told by an author I’d never heard of that her ultimate goals when she began writing were to see her book in a bookstore and to sell a lot of books. She further informed me that because her book had found an agent and a publisher and was now sitting in a bookstore that it was a “real” book. My book, not falling into that category, is – naturally – not “real.”

[Editor’s note: strong language after the jump]

I wanted to tell her that my ultimate goal when I began writing was to write a good book. An awesome book. A book that, when people read it, they’d say, “I have felt exactly this way before! I thought I was the only one!” Or, “I stayed up all night reading this, even though I had to go to work early in the morning.” I might have even wanted it to make people cry, to make them think about things in a way they’d never done before, or to look at people in a way they’d never done before.

I wanted to point her in the direction of postive reviews I’ve received, and send her copies of emails I’ve gotten from readers, stating that my book had accomplished exactly those things. I wanted to send her the link to this post, affirming that my book is, indeed, a real book. Then I Googled her name and learned about her book. That’s when I wanted to tell her that the only reason an agent had picked it up and had been able to sell it to a publisher is because it’s a cookie cutter of about 1000 other books already out there, which means it’s not considered a risk. I also wanted to tell her to stuff it (okay, I wanted to tell her to fuck off). 

Read the rest of the post on Ingenious Title To Appear Here Later.

Alan Moore on Horror

I’m currently re-reading the old Alan Moore Swamp Thing books. This was a comic that had a couple of false starts and then, in the early 1980s, Alan Moore took over and completely renovated not only this particular title, but the concept of horror comics across the board. Alan Moore is one of those writers that constantly redefines a genre or a medium (Watchmen, From Hell, V For Vendetta, The Killing Joke just to name a few seminal graphic novel works).

I’ve been revisiting some of Alan Moore’s other work, which is what led me to his Swamp Thing stuff again. He picked up the Saga Of The Swamp Thing title in its new run at issue 21 in 1983. It’s the trade paperback collected edition (which has issues 21 to 27, shown above) that I’m currently re-reading. I was particular struck by Moore’s introduction to the book where he asks what horror is and why we have such a fascination with it. I was so struck by it, and thought it quite relevant to a lot of my own work, that I thought I’d reproduce a key part of it here. Particularly interesting is that this was written over twenty years ago and is still very relevant now:

In a century packed to the bursting point with paradoxes, one of the most puzzling must surely be the meteoric rise of horror as a genre in literature, cinema, and even music, all at a time when each day seems to make us just a little more conscious and aware of the real-life horrors unfolding all around us. While the faces of missing children stare from milk cartons, lines for the latest dead teenager movie are stretching ’round the block. While the AIDS virus sweeps through society with a chilling ease, born upon a colossal wave of ignorance and prejudice, the shelves of our bookstores creak beneath the weight of plagues and infestations filling the pages they’re forced to support – whether they be plagues of rats, slugs, crabs, or centipedes that characterize the nastier end of the market or the real thing, as presented in Stephen King’s The Stand. While radioactive clouds blow west and test-ban treaties go up in a mushroom of poisonous smoke, punk bands gob out splatter-movie imagery with a ferocity that at best signals hopeless defiance and at worse a perverse and nihilistic acceptance of the situation.

Like it or not, horror is part of our media, part of our culture, part of our lives – none of which answers the question of why an entire society should stand around engrossed, reading Dracula while up to their jugulars in blood. Do we immerse ourselves in fictional horror as a way of numbing our emotions to its real-life counterpart? Is it some sort of inoculation… a tiny dose of something frightening with which we hope to ward off a more serious attack in later life? Could it even represent a useful, if not vital tool with which we enable ourselves to investigate and understand the origins of horror without exposing ourselves to physical or mental harm? Whatever the answer, the fact still stands: horror fiction of one form or another is a major totem of the twentieth century. – Alan Moore

(c) 1987 DC Comics

And still that applies nearly a decade into the twenty first century.

I post this not so much to provide an answer than to provoke a debate. Everything that Moore says is true, perhaps even moreso now than it was then. Dark fiction in all its forms is still massive business, from the pop culture mass consumption stuff like Ghost Whisperer and Supernatural on TV to the more more cerebral dark fiction found on television, in books and in movies. It’s an eternally popular genre, even if it is something of a sub-culture.

Then again, I’m often surprised at the people that read and praise my books. It’s not all goths, emos and heavy metal fans that enjoy my fiction about demons, magic, death and mystery. It’s housewives and grandmothers too. Gentlemen and teachers. Very few people, if really questioned, are averse to a bit of darkness now and then. Some people have berated me because my stuff scared them and kept them awake, yet they still read it. Something compelled them. And my stuff isn’t really straight horror, designed to scare people. It’s dark fantasy, designed to peel back any veneer and reveal the dirty, gritty reality of the human condition.

It’s like a rollercoaster ride. We love to be scared. But why?

This is a reprint from Alan Baxter‘s alanbaxteronline site.

Me Busy?

Did I say I was ready for spring to get here? I think I should be careful what I wish for. I was looking at an Amish website awhile back and saw the cook columnist had taken the month off because she needed to help the family with home butchering. I know from my childhood that it’s a big job to process a beef or hog by canning and preserving all the meat. Also, I know something about home butchering today, but I’m lucky to have plenty of freezer space.

As my week has turned hectic and my Tuesday post date came and went, I wondered how I was going to squeeze this post in this week. Did I have any excuses to measure up to the Amish cook’s? First of all, we are making many trips out to the barn to check for new babies (lambs and kid goats). I had been going to bottle feed two lambs four times a day. I cut my trips down to three Monday so I didn’t have the bedtime feeding. A sister- in- law had surgery last week. I offered to stay with her from 1 to 10 while my husband’s brother is at work. My husband now does the dinner time bottle feeding and watches the mothers after I leave. Yesterday morning, I had a scheduled appointment at the nursing home, I used to work at, to take a lamb and baby goat in for the residents to see. I was asked several times what I do to keep busy now that I’m retired. I repeated much the same as this post. The replies were it didn’t sound like I retired. After the visit, it was back home by noon, fix lunch, feed babies, and go help the sister-in-law, come home, change into chore clothes, go to barn and help new mother and babies.

With all that the exciting news is I stopped at the post office Monday and Tuesday morning with a box full of new books to send buyers. So there was packaging and email buyers those mornings. I enjoy hearing from new buyers and returned buyers that have become old friend, email pen pals in the last few years because they buy my books. My latest Amish book is the second in the Nurse Hal Among The Amish series – The Rainbow’s End- if you want to look for it on Amazon or ebay.

Now I promised you an excerpt from my Amazing Gracie Mystery Series – The Chance Of A Sparrow. So here is Gracie Evan trying to cope with spring fever and suddenly her prayer comes true. Oh by the way, this book and the other four in the mystery series are sold on Amazon and ebay.

Tightening her grip on the railing, Gracie climbed the church steps. In the quiet, her black, high topped shoes made a hollow tapping sound. She opened one of the double doors. The groan from the hinges echoed through the empty building, reinforcing her despair. Persistent irritation with everyone and everything that she had no power to change welled up in her.

Gracie shut the door behind her as easy as she could and proceeded up the aisle. Normally, she stayed toward the back during the service, but this time she had the whole church to herself. Best time to come when she didn’t have to worry about the greeters and hand shakers getting in her way. Gracie marched down the aisle past the slick, dark pews and plopped down in the front row. That was as close as she could get. She intended to have a serious talk with God now that she had made up her mind to do so. Since he hadn’t been paying much attention to her concerns lately, she wondered if it was because he had become hard of hearing over the years. She sympathized with him. If she felt old, think how old God must feel.

Gracie twisted to face the simple, unadorned cross above the pulpit. She smoothed her

braids, then clasped her hands together and licked her lips. Inhaling deeply, she began, "God, I’ve had plenty of time to give some thought to how things work in life. Don’t mean to complain, mind you." She paused a minute. It occurred to her she should be truthful. After all, this was God she was talking to, and she figured he pretty much knew what she had on her mind before she did even. "Well, that’s not exactly right. I do mean to complain. That’s why I’m here. In the short time it took you, I think you did a wondrous job creating the world and all the creatures, but seems to me, you might have gotten in something of a hurry when you made them all in seven days. For instance, maybe you should have taken just a little more time to think about some way to improve on humans. Take sparrows. Lord, did you ever stop to think sparrows get a chance to have two families a year? That’s ever year, mind you, but humans only get one chance in their life time. Take me. All my family is gone now, and I didn’t choose to marry and have younguns. Now that’s not your fault. I made the choice to say no when Millard Sokal ask me all those years ago, but now I’m sitting in a rest home with no family, wasting away the last of my days. Oh, I know there’s not much you can do about it now that you have everything created, but I just wish you’d have thought to give us lonesome human beings the chance of the sparrows. Well, that’s all I got to say on the subject. Just wanted to get what I was thinking off my chest. Thank you for listening God. Amen."

The rest home’s front screen door clattered shut, echoing down the entry hall and into the library. "Where you at Molly?"

Molly Lang stopped writing. She knew from the sound of Orie’s voice that something had him excited. She dropped her pen in the cobalt, ink well on the writing table and combed her fingers through her honey shaded hair before she called, "In the library."

Her hazel eyes twinkled when she smiled at her tall, dark haired husband as he burst through the door. He was definitely easy to look at, striding hurriedly across the room. "Molly, I have something to tell you."

"What are you doing home this time of morning? Is everything all right at the farm?"

"Yes, everything’s fine." Orie yanked the chair across from Molly out from the table and plopped down. "You know how mopey Miss Gracie’s been lately?"

Molly furrowed her eyebrows together. "Yes. The poor dear. I’m really worried about her. She hasn’t eaten well for days. She’s beginning to look thin."

Orie shook his head. "Undeniably the worse case of spring fever I’ve ever seen, but I have an idea how we can perk her up."

Molly suddenly straightened in her chair. "By the way, speaking of spring, could you bring home a wagon load of straw to use under the rug in the parlor? It’s time to take the old up and put down new."

"Yes, yes, I can do that. Molly, you want to hear what I have to say or not?" Orie asked impatiently.

Trying to look serious, Molly folded her hands in her lap, giving him her complete attention. "All right. Tell me your news."

"This morning on the way to the farm, Thaddeus Sawyer stopped me. You know, the man that rents Miss Gracie’s farm, Three Oaks. Seems he needs someone to stay at his place to keep an eye on it for about a month. He wanted to know if I knew anyone he could ask. Right away I thought of Miss Gracie."

"Oh, Orie, I don’t know. Miss Gracie? All the way out there by herself," groaned Molly.

Orie shook his head sideways. "It wouldn’t be all that bad. I go by there every day to the farm so I could check on her. I could pick her up on Sundays and bring her in for church. Maybe I could even talk our neighbor, Millard Sokal, into looking in on her, too."

"Would Mr. Sokal want to do that?"

"We’ve helped each other farm for years. I’m sure he would do this as a favor to me,"

assured Orie. "I think Miss Gracie would perk up if she had the chance to get out in the country again."

Molly worried, "But, Orie, she couldn’t do farm work anymore."

"Thaddeus said all she’d have to do is milk twice a day and gather the eggs. I think it would do her good to go home for awhile. Work the spring fever out of her system," Orie pleaded.

Lulu: You Wanna Piece of Me?

DIY self-publishing service provider Lulu has set in motion a process which could see the company offering public shares on the Canadian stock market as early as next month.

Last Friday Lulu filed a preliminary prospectus with the regulatory authorities in Canada. The first moves that may see shares in Lulu sold on the stock exchange had been anticipated since early January, with the only surprise being the company’s choice of Canada.

The choice may have been influenced by the fact that Canada’s regulatory authority is not considered to be as heavily stringent and require the levels of open scrutiny demanded by its US counterpart. Company CEO Bob Young does have family connections in Canada and spent a period of time growing up there.

The prospectus filed on Friday does however reveal that Lulu had been making a loss throughout 2009 until the final quarter when it made its first profits of the year. Making a successful initial public offering (IPO) will depend greatly on Lulu attracting strong investors, and ultimately that investment may still come directly from the US, with Lulu still having the opportunity to try a move to the US stock exchange further down the financial road.

The prospectus also revealed that Bob Young will continue to remain a majority stockholder in Lulu following the IPO. Money raised from the IPO will be used to continue to expand Lulu’s marketing development and introduce new products and services to businesses, publishers and authors.

 
More in-depth detail here.

This is a cross-posting from Mick Rooney’s POD, Self-Publishing and Independent Publishing blog.