Tuesday, January 10, 2012

well, guess what?

Previously I wrote about being rejected in my hunt for an agent. Well, it's still going on. However, I am also still receiving somewhat positive feedback. To hear them tell it, somewhere out there is an agent who will like my book well enough to fight for it in the never-ending battle of "Publish Me First!" 

Sigh. It gets tiring.

Who amongst us has not heard of self-publishing? Raise your hands. We've pretty  much all heard of it. We've wondered if it's for us. And if so when? or, even more important, when NOT?
I've read comments and posts about it from other writers. Part of what makes sense right now, with the way things are in publishing, is that you get much higher pay from self-publishing.  Make that a much higher rate of pay. It's why many established authors are resurrecting their out-of-print books and making them into ebooks. An ebook costs little (or even nothing) to produce, is no harder to promote than a print book (some would say it is easier), and it never 'goes out of print'. It also can earn you more money while costing the customer less.

However, established authors have their reputations and a proven product. What about your new, unpublished manuscript? Doesn't it mean, if your book isn't being picked up, that it's not good enough? And If your book isn't good enough, and doesn't make the numbers, then it still won't make much money. So now where do you stand?

Not being picked up doesn't necessarily mean your book is no good. With the competition for everyone's dollar what it is today, a lot of good books are going unpublished. No one can afford to take the risk of spending oodles of money publishing an unknown quantity. They want guarantees of what they perceive will be blockbusters or best sellers. Being 'good' might not be good enough. 
Skipping to the meat of what I want to share: self-publishing can be expensive. After all, if the publishers are afraid to risk big bucks, who of us authors can afford to? Yet, self-publishing has a long history, right back to the cherished 'monographs' of esoteric writers in Europe (and further back, I'm sure.) Back then, of course,  it cost far fewer dollars to publish.  Still, most of those authors didn't make a great deal of money, either. 

Lucky us, modern technology is our side -- if only we  know how to work it. And so, I bring to your attention, Smashwords. At Smashwords you create your own ebook, with their guidance, and you offer it for sale through their distributors. These distributors include Smashwords itself and, depending on your willingness to work at jumping through a few formatting hoops, venues like Apple, Kobo, Sony, and Barnes & Noble.

Smashwords is where I've gone to publish a mystery I wrote a few years back that had a -- horrendously -- brief publishing record. I wanted to bring it out again in part, because I want to follow it up with at least two sequels. Following the site's formatting guide, I converted my MS Word manuscript into an epub format. Now my book (Where the Bodies Lie Buried, see sidebar) is available at all the possible venues. It's up to me to promote it. But, you know? You have to do that with a traditional publisher, too.

There are other sites which follow similar models -- I'll check out more next time -- but I'm pleased with Smashwords so far. I'm a do-it-yourself kind of person anyway, and that has appealed to me. 

I'm still pursuing traditional publishers for some of my work, but I'm giving this a shot, too. Lots of people work several jobs. Lots of artists pursue different styles and media. I'm pursuing different means of getting my work to the public. And most of all...I'm not giving up.

'ta


Friday, July 30, 2010

Rejected by the best

I don't know how many of my 'regular' readers have been annoyed with me for not posting since March. I can only lay claim to the fact that I've been writing a lot and scouring the earth for an agent. I've been scouring hard enough that most of the countryside should be gleaming by now, but I still don't have an agent.

I've gotten some good rejections, though. By good I mean they a) get to me at all, b) start with a salutation other than 'Author', and c) don't give me the feeling the agent was snickering while she wrote the email.

I received a few personalized notes, and even a couple comments. The other day I was rejected by one of the best agencies in New York. While the agent had to decline my manuscript, she didn't make me feel too bad. I mean, I'm pretty sure I am not yet a writer of a caliber to match their established authors. I do wish I could have gotten her to request more material, but it sounded to me as though she gave what I sent a fair look. So while it would have been nice if she picked me up, I can handle it and move on.

Which leads to my point. People are judged by the work they produce every day. Just as everyone doesn't appreciate the same piece of art, people don't necessarily feel moved the same way by a piece of writing. Readers, even that ultimate reader, the editor, don't like the same kinds of stories. And it has nothing to do with you, personally. Yes, our books are our creations, our 'babies'. Yes, we put our hearts and souls into them. But if a reader, judge, or editor doesn't like stories about animals, they are not going to like your saga about how the West was won by collies, coon hounds, and keeshounds. Even if their last client was Louie L'Amour. The best thing a writer can do is pick up the self-esteem, dust it off -- along with the manuscript cover -- and move along to the next agent or editor or publisher. Eventually -- unless your writing is just plain bad, in which case, you may want to take up hunting bagworms -- someone will want it, and they will let you know. And you'll be in heaven, at least until they start telling you what changes they want made.

'ta

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Return of the Queen

In a brief respite from the Internet world, our heroine has been spending her time involved in such pursuits as humongous writing projects that refused to free her from their clutches, squirreling away a prodigious amount of Christmas decorations, counseling the next generation, arresting and jailing the various forms of forms sneaking about the house determined to snare her in the consequences of an absent-minded mistake, all while working in her mundane jobs (mundane as in non-magical, here) at home and at large.

As she segues into a new segment of the year, she is moving on to the NEXT humongous writing projects that will, we hope, be more merciful, and away from the nefarious deeds and influences of so-called necessary paperwork designed to keep her from her true callings, family and free-form figment-making and pixilated participle production.

Stay tuned as our heroine resolves to live up to these laudatory goals and marches onward into the parallel universe to assail us with the inflexible if dubious challenge, Can you survive until April without buying Easter candy in the drugstore and eating it in secret?

Film at eleven.