About Perigee

It’s almost done. Really. I promise. In fact, that’s the reason why you haven’t seen a lot of activity here in blog-land lately. With a job and family, there’s only so much time in each day left for writing (which I’ve complained about enough).

If I’m to have the slightest chance of having this book ready for Christmas, the next month will be a little intense. So there won’t be much activity here unless something really catches my eye for a quick posting…like the Camaro Hot Wheels edition, for instance. Maybe Dodge will step up and do the same thing for the Challenger, which is already pretty Hot-Wheelsy.

I’ll try and update at least once a week, and post a few more sample chapters for your test-reading pleasure.

In the meantime, here’s an example of what I’m thinking about for cover art:

One Link to Rule Them All

Here’s a great New York Times story on how Amazon is disrupting traditional publishing by signing authors to their own imprints. From the article:

Amazon executives, interviewed at the company’s headquarters here, declined to say how many editors the company employed, or how many books it had under contract. But they played down Amazon’s power and said publishers were in love with their own demise.

“It’s always the end of the world,” said Russell Grandinetti, one of Amazon’s top executives. “You could set your watch on it arriving.”

He pointed out, though, that the landscape was in some ways changing for the first time since Gutenberg invented the modern book nearly 600 years ago. “The only really necessary people in the publishing process now are the writer and reader,” he said.

Author Michael Stackpole has more: Is Amazon the Sauron of Publishing?

Publishers really can’t ignore that this is a shot across their bows—though I imagine they will. Just the fact that Amazon pays on a monthly basis makes authors look on them favorably. Their willingness to promote is another plus. The fact that they’re willing to let authors publish what they want when they want, regardless of whether or not a committee thinks it will be a blockbuster, is a third factor in their favor.

Plus this perspective on fears of Amazon becoming a monopoly:

For authors, Amazon (and electronic publishing), looks very good. We earn 70% of a retail price we set, and we get the money in sixty days. Amazon spends a lot of money convincing people to buy empty boxes and allows me to supply the stuff they’ll put in those boxes. While some might fear that Amazon—once it establishes its monopoly—will cut the pay rate or otherwise upset the apple-cart, I believe that worry is premature. Amazon’s plan for complete vertical integration requires the compliance of authors. They need what we supply.

Emphasis mine. Not much more to say here, the links are worth reading in full.

Book Report: Heaven’s Shadow

Okay, not quite. I’m planning to start posting book reviews, as soon as I’m done writing my own and have time to read other people’s stuff again. I’ve been picking through Boyd Morrison’s The Vault for nearly a month and am not even halfway through yet. Our 13-year-old finished it in like three days.

Such is the life of a writer with a full-time day job. Darn those evil corporate bigwigs who expect me to actually work, on stuff they deem important, and then pay me for it!

So until I can devote the time to sharing books I’ve enjoyed with you, check out this interview with the authors of Heaven’s Shadow at The Space Review. It’s the first of a trilogy by a couple of guys who’s names you’ve probably seen in TV and movie credits. Here’s the gist of it:

It appears to be about a new space race, this time to be the first to land on a mysterious near Earth object (NEO) that is passing outside the orbit of the Moon, but within reach of an Constellation-like system.

It’s actually about an unusual type of First Contact, humans encountering an alien vehicle and an alien intelligence. We aren’t anywhere near the first to attempt this—not even in the first thousand. But we think we have a slightly different story to tell.

Works for me! I’ve already reserved it at our library, maybe I can knock it out over three or four months and get back to you…

A Self-Publishing Dissident

From Big Hollywood, a different take on self-publishing. Sarah Hoyt has touched on similar themes in the past, so I reckon that’s just how it is in big publishing.

Chances are I won’t get to experience that, since I’ve made the decision to go indie. Economically it makes a whole lot more sense given the rapid changes underway. No one really knows how this will end up, but I suspect that new authors could easily get screwed if they’re signing contracts right now.

“Indie” is not the same thing as “alone”, by the way. I’m working with an editor on Perigee right now, a very good friend of mine from way back who possesses a couple of important qualities: 1) experience editing fiction, and 2) is a fan of the genre. So far, so good.

I’m still searching for cover art and have found a couple of good prospects. More on that later.

As usual, I’ve found myself meandering amongst topics.

I hadn’t thought much about the politics of the business, other than the tea leaves editors and marketers read to guess at which titles might sell big. One would expect personal preferences to weigh quite a bit, though they may say otherwise. It’s a crying shame that a writer’s politics matter at all.

Though after attending my first writer’s conference, it’s not that surprising. I overheard a lot of people talking politics, most of them left of center. Being a newbie, I kept my trap shut just like the author of the post linked above. If you’ve been reading this blog, then you know I’m not shy about standing up for what I believe in. And there are ways to do that forcefully without flat-out insulting your opposition.

It comes down to asking yourself, “will my piping up make any difference at this moment?” Sometimes, it’s just better to let them prattle on.

I’ll never forget an experience we had the night before the 2000 election, which you may recall was a mite contentious. My wife and I were browsing around our local Barnes & Noble, when a group of Gore drones voters began loudly carrying on about how excited they were and how a Great New Day awaited. Or something.

The longer they talked, the more obnoxious they became. It was obvious they were trolling for an argument. My wife was right behind them and took the bait. I watched in fascination as they became more agitated. She kept her cool and stood her ground, but they just couldn’t cope with the idea that someone might have legitimate disagreements with them. One guy finally looked right at her and said, “I can’t believe anybody with a brain would be a Republican.”

To which I replied: “I can’t believe anybody with a brain would say that to my wife while I’m standing right here. Perhaps we should discuss this outside.”

Which he wasn’t interested in, of course. Which leads me to another thought: it’s funny how the far Left is frequently picking fights and agitating for revolutionary change against the Right. Yet we own all the guns.

UPDATE: First-person account of more of this kind of treatment from a well-connected individual in Chicago, the heart of machine politics.

Sand Through the Hourglass

Time is money.

Actually, it’s worth more than that. The longer I live, the more value I place in time. Every minute of every day counts, so it’s important to make the most of each one.

Which is why I spent most of my lunch break watching Robot Chicken: Star Wars III on my iPod instead of drafting this blog post. You’ve gotta stop and smell the roses once in a while, after all…

Sorry, where was I?

Oh yeah. Time.

I’ve noticed that my patience for time-wasters, like standing in crowds or sitting in traffic, has dwindled in nearly inverse proportion to my age. As it is, my commute home from work generally takes 45 minutes on a good day. That’s nearly an hour that can’t be spent on more meaningful pursuits like exercise, hobbies, or doing stuff with my kids. Or writing, for that matter.

Once you have kids, that’s when you really begin to appreciate the value of time. Because believe me, there’s not much of it left once the little shrieking poop machines angels come along. Looking back, you realize that the baby years were the easy part except for that whole no-sleeping thing. There’s nothing quite like being up until 3AM with a colicky baby, knowing you have to get up at 5AM to pull a twelve-hour shift at work.

The time demands really mount as they get older: after-school sports, homework, activities, the not-occasionally-enough ER visits…

So once again, I’ve probably left you with a burning question. Namely, “what’s your friggin’ point?”

Right?

Fair enough. My point is that this is why it can take years for a first-time novelist to finish their work. And it’s a convenient excuse to not have Perigee up on Amazon right dadgum now.

So until someone figures out an Einsteinian time-dilation machine that adds six or seven hours to the day, I’ll just have to figure out how to make the most of the measly 24 that God has alloted each of us.

That means sacrificing any number of pastimes that I previously took for granted: reading other people’s books, vegetating in front of the TV, playing my guitar.

And sleeping. How I long for the sweet call of Hypnos to carry me into la-la land!

As it is, I get maybe six hours a night if I’m lucky. The best time for me to write is very early in the morning, with our dog curled up in my lap and the only sounds in our house are the words trying to get out of my head and onto the page. That’s about 90 minutes a day to create magic. Or something. Hopefully just not crap.

Weekends are for catching up and really diving in for the hard work. Why, sometimes I can carve out a whole four hours on Sunday afternoon…nirvana!

Such is the life, but I can’t not do it. After a few years of magazine freelancing, writing a novel is like building a car when the only things you’ve built before are models of them. There are so many unknowns that simply can’t be known until you roll up your sleeves and get to work.

A Quote Too Good To Ignore…

On novel writing, shamelessly lifted from the excellent Passive Voice blog:

“When writing a novel, that’s pretty much entirely what life turns into: ‘House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.’”

Neil Gaiman

Hope you don’t mind my sharing, Passive Guy!

Why Self-Publish?

Why, indeed?

This has been eating me up for a while, and by coincidence there was a lot of discussion about it today at some favorite writing blogs. Many, many links follow.

For now, a few points to consider:

  • During one of last weekend’s author discussion panels, I asked the participants about sales they could attribute to online outlets like Amazon. Without a hitch, they all said it was the overwhelming majority. And these were traditionally-published authors.
  • The latest check of Amazon’s Top 10 Sci-Fi shows that 4 of the 10 are self-published, including the current Numero Uno. This changes daily, so your mileage may vary.
  • Recall from my previous post, those self-pubbed authors are pocketing 70% of the gross from Amazon. The traditionally-published authors are getting 25% of net for e-books, of which their agents also get their percentage. And remember, “net” is apparently a very elastic term in the publisher’s eyes.

None of this would be happening if the industry was still dominated by physical books sold in brick-and-mortar stores.

John Scalzi made an interesting prediction: mass-market paperbacks will be replaced by e-books within 10 years. Hardbacks will always be around, but the production and distribution costs mean they’ll remain the domain of the surefire bestselling authors.

I’d wager that it happens even faster once Amazon gets the Kindle down below $100. That will be to publishers what iPods were to the recording industry. But here’s the problem for most of us noobs: mass-market paperbacks are typically where we’d end up. If we’re being driven to e-books, well then…where does that leave us? Lemmings being herded over the cliff, that’s where.

Former agent/current author/apparent surfer dude Nathan Bransford chimes in with an excellent post on this subject (via Passive Voice, another great resource):

“I think publishers are going to have to think long and hard about what exactly they will actually be providing authors in an e-book world. There needs to be a major mindset shift from a gatekeeper-oriented “You’re lucky to be with us” mentality where authors are treated on a need-to-know and your-check-will-arrive-when-it-arrives basis to a service-oriented “What else could we possibly do for you” mentality.”

Yep.

Now, I’m still quite open to a traditional publishing deal because it’d be nice to see my work in hardback on a shelf at Barnes & Noble. One agency is still interested in seeing the revisions to Perigee, so I’ll send it along and see what happens. Who knows, maybe they’ll find a sucker publisher who thinks I’m the next Crichton and forks over a seven-figure advance. Or monkeys might fly out of my butt.

However, I’ve also worked for a couple of businesses that were irreversibly sliding towards bankruptcy, and can tell you that ordinarily upright executives will make some shockingly crooked decisions out of sheer desperation. You’ve got to think that at least a couple of publishers are going down the tubes in the next few years. It would be a nightmare to have the rights to my novels tied up in that environment.

At the risk of being repetitious, the internet has broken down tremendous barriers in distribution, sales, and marketing that have dominated publishing until recently. Now, as long you have a good story that’s well-written and professionally edited, the readers don’t care whose imprint is on the title page. They’re accessing the DIYers just as easily as the big names. More on this phenomenon at Daily Pundit.

Marketing is, of course, the real trick. I could write the next Lord of the Rings and it wouldn’t make one cent if nobody’s aware of it. More on that later, as I figure it out for myself…

UPDATE: This is a popular subject this week! Vodkapundit Stephen Green weighs in at PJ Media. Also recommend following his link to a righteous rant by Sarah Hoyt.

Gut-Check Time

Spent the weekend at the Context 24 convention, which was also my first sort-of writer’s conference. There were several good workshops and info panels, plus some noteworthy authors (most notably, John Scalzi. Nice guy).

One thing that I couldn’t escape noticing is how few attendees (that is, other aspiring novelists) were on board with the whole self-pubbing thing. Not sure what I expected, but it was surprising nonetheless.

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been. During any major paradigm shift, the first people to recognize it as such are probably going to be in the minority. I was absolutely clueless about it until very recently, and am still uncertain.

Is the new normal asserting itself, or will this be just another internet fad? Is it the right thing to do, or is it still career suicide?

I dunno. The big publishers are not doing well in the current environment, and neither are bookstores. This is reflected in the increasingly common stories of brazen rights grabs and agency contracts that are awfully close to indentured servitude.

It sounds like agents are freaking out more than publishers. As intermediaries, their business models are inextricably tied to getting a percentage of author income. If advances are dwindling, and more writers are going it alone with Amazon, then they have to be asking themselves where they’ll fit in once the dust settles. My guess is not many of them are liking the answer to that question.

Thus, more and more agencies are venturing into the e-publishing business. This is a bad, bad, bad idea, which was brought up during an author panel this weekend. Oddly enough, I don’t recall hearing anyone come right out and say “conflict of interest.” An author cannot know if his agent has truly done all he can to pitch his manuscript to the pub houses if the answer is, “I tried, they wouldn’t bite, but hey…you can always publish with us.”

Did I mention it’s a bad idea?

Periodically checking Amazon’s sci-fi and thriller lists, one can easily find a few do-it-yourselfers in the top 20. Making the NY Times top 20 would be better (I think), but it’s still nothing to sneeze at. Especially considering that just a few years ago, self-pubbing meant you laid out a ton of money to produce a garage full of comparatively cheap-looking books, most of which never left said garage.

These days, the DIY’ers are pocketing 70% of gross versus 25% of net for the traditional authors. Assuming you’ve produced good work (professionally edited, of course) and can successfully market it, that’s the difference between full-time authorship and keeping your day job.

But it’s still scary. And exciting. I like the idea of essentially setting up my own business as a writer. The idea of control over my career is particularly attractive, because the query-wait-reject rollercoaster eats away at one’s psyche. The thought of leaving all that behind to chart my own way is hard to ignore.

Granted, a lot of people have traveled that road and failed. A few have done very well in the last 18 months. Electronic media has broken down an enormous barrier to entry, because I wouldn’t dream of doing this all by vanity press and having a garage full of unsold books.

More thoughts on this soon. Yes, I’m done with my current-events rants for now. Back to writing and all that goes along with it.

More “Perigee” Coming Up…

For those of you following Perigee, let me apologize for leaving you hanging for so long. As mentioned previously, a major revision is underway before it goes up for sale on Amazon. I’ve set a publishing deadline of Nov. 10th, for several reasons:

1. That’s the Marine Corps Birthday. Ooh-Rah.

2. My 25th class reunion at The Citadel is that weekend and I need something to brag about.

3. I really, really, ought to get the blasted thing up before the Christmas rush at Amazon and B&N.com. My family would also appreciate my undivided attention during the holidays. They’d appreciate royalties even more.

All that, plus a couple of prominent bloggers have asked for advance copies to review.

In the meantime, I’m still looking for a copy editor. If any of you are qualified in that regard and like what you’ve seen so far, send me an email. Ditto graphic artists…I’ve got a good idea of what I’d like to see for a cover but would prefer having a pro onboard for that.

New chapters are up, including the alternate version of Chapter 1. A lot of chapters were broken up and shortened, so most of the new content is in Ch. 5 through 7. I’m interested in seeing how crowdsourcing the draft like this works out, so don’t pull any punches. You guys are my editing team. If something doesn’t make sense or it reads clunky, let me know.

Enjoy!

P.S. The formatting in WordPress is kind of spotty. Paragraphs that were perfectly indented in Word are all over the place once they’re posted here.  And I’m not sure why the chapters are appearing out of order on the sidebar…

Missing That New-Book Smell

I’ve had a lot to say here about the Brave New World of e-publishing, but there’s so much about good old-fashioned bookstores to love.

This story from the Wall Street Journal nailed something I couldn’t put my finger on. It’s not just the joy of wandering through a great store, it’s the memories from somewhere unexpected. Somewhere other than your local B&N.

A lot of my recent favorites seem to have come from Seattle. Much of my education in the puny little slice of engineering that I’m qualified for came from Boeing, which meant a lot of time spent in the great Northwest. Weeks at a time away from home meant a lot of time roaming the local bookstores (and there’s a lot of those cool funky independent-sellers out there). When I was finally able to bring my wife with me a couple of years ago, what do you think happened? Sure enough, I found a couple of gems in a little place on Bainbridge island.

As much as the e-book world has opened up exciting new opportunities, I’m going to miss that. I fear it’s going the way of the Dodo.

P.S. Props to my favorite local “funky independent”, The Book Loft. We used to go there all the time, before kids happened.

(Hat Tip: The Passive Voice)