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Richard Parks' stories have have appeared in Asimov's SF, Realms of Fantasy, Fantasy Magazine, Weird Tales, and numerous anthologies, including several Year's Bests. His first story collection, THE OGRE'S WIFE, was a finalist for the World Fantasy Award. He is the author of the Yamada Monogatari series from Prime Books.

SO Not the Star of this Little Play

SleepingBuddhaEveryone who publishes short fiction knows that we have to write a lot of bios. Some just repeat, but every so often they have to be updated. The first few are fun. “Talk about the glory of ME? Sure!” But somewhere around the 40th or 50th you realize “OMG, I’m even boring myself!”

The work’s never boring to me, and I hope to (almost) no one else, but talking about me? That gets old quick.  I totally understand the impulse to just make s*%t up (“Richard Parks’ hobbies include breeding racing slugs and teaching Tai-Chi to polar bears.” You get the idea). Interviews, on the other hand, are a bit different. Especially when the people conducting them have done a little homework and ask interesting questions. I’ve written a lot of bios in my time but I’ve done very few interviews for obvious reasons. So it was a bit disconcerting when, over the space of a week, I wound up doing three: one general and one story-specific interview for LightSpeed and another for SFSignal.com. Mercifully short ones in both case, and I’ll put a link up for anyone who cares once they’re online. One of those for LightSpeed  will be in conjunction with a reprint of “The Man Who Carved Skulls,” probably in the May issue. They asked such good questions that even I, the sole living authority on that story, had to really think about it.

Sure, it’s flattering and all when someone pays attention to us as writers, but what really floats our little boats is when someone pays attention to the work. Otherwise, we’re just talking to ourselves.

Another Giveaway!

Step3-YamadaThere will be another (and possibly one more, but this is all for now) giveaway of Yamada Monogatari: Demon Hunter, this time at SFSignal. Follow the link for the official rules, but it’s not complicated. You don’t even have to answer any questions, other than whether you’d prefer hardcopy or ebook. You have a choice! It can’t be much simpler than that. SFSignal will also be runing an interview of me at some point in the near future, so watch this space. Unless you already follow SFSignal–and why wouldn’t you?–in which case you’ll see it there no matter what I say or don’t say here.

Ugh. Spent all day Sunday doing taxes. Well, almost all day. From about 9:30AM until 6PM. And then had a glitch with the state forms which had to be redone. Even with good tax software, it was a trial. Nothing like self-employment income for two members of the household and Federal and State forms with different rules  to complicated an already ridiculously complicated ritual. And frankly, my brain doesn’t work anymore. I’m hoping it manages to reboot soon, because I’ve got books to write.

 

Lost and Found

SleepingBuddhaWhen my wife’s parents passed away a few years ago (married over 50 years, and went within a year of each other) we were part of the family crew cleaning out their old house. Which partly inspired the two of us to do some cleaning out of our own, since it’s just bloody amazing the sheer amount of STUFF two people can accumulate in a small space. Despite really not wanting to accumulate more STUFF, there were a few things we claimed. Mrs. Ogre claimed a cameo she had given to her mother as a momento of a school trip to Rome. I took a pair of carvings I did years ago, an American Eagle display I’d made for her dad and a carved cardinal (the bird, not the prelate) made for her mom.

Also stumbled across a package I’d sent them loong ago, containing some of my earliest published work. My in-laws were always supportive and proud of my writing, much more so than my own family, so I got in the habit of sending them things over the years, and I had totally forgotten this lot. This even predated my fanzine work, containing my first ever published story(“The Courtship of Tharga-Roth”) from a college lit. mag called Microcosm and my SECOND ever published story from a pamphlet done as a group project by an early writer’s group that worked out so well I didn’t join another one for over twenty years. The “book” was titled THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN 13 DECATUR SF STORIES IN THIS BOOK, BUT OUR CRAYON BROKE. I swear to Heaven, that’s the title. Our group leader actually sent a copy of it off to Locus, who no doubt did the charitable thing and burned it.

So, hurrah or alas, I have the only known copies of both remaining, so no one else will see them until I’m dead. Or maybe not even then.

Completely Self-Serving Post. No, Not Even a Little Bit Altruistic.

Japanese MaskIt’s that time of year again, so here’s the thing: In the Palace of the Jade Lion made the Locus Magazine Recommended Reading List for 2012 in the Novelette category. Which mostly means that at least two of the magazine’s staff and reviewer pool thought it didn’t suck. I would say it also means that the story is eligible for the annual Locus Award in its category, but that would be deceptive. Frankly, any story that was published last year and otherwise met eligibility requirements is eligible in its respective category. What being on the Locus Recommended List really means in this context is that the story will be listed directly on the Annual Locus Poll and survey, where readers can vote on their favorite stories, and you wouldn’t have to do it as a write-in. That’s pretty much it.

So if you read “In the Palace of the Jade Lion” and also thought it didn’t suck, you could follow the link above and, you know, vote for it in the poll. You don’t have to be a subscriber to vote; that’s open to anyone, and the poll is open until April 15th. And if there are any more stories or books that you liked last year, you can vote for them, too. Frankly, we could all use the support, so it’s all good.

Okay, I’m done. Next post I’ll try to have something less self-serving to say. No promises, though.

What Follows

Final-CoverYes, I’m talking about The Book again. Sorry about that, but that’s what’s going on right now, so it remains the subject of the moment. Late last week I learned that the distributor was out of copies. I had to take a moment to digest that. Savor, actually. I mean, think about it–the outfit in charge of getting the book into sales venues was out of stock. Which meant that the book  was being ordered. Which meant that there was demand. Which meant…well, let’s not get too crazy. The point is that the distributor was not sitting on piles of stock that no one wanted. In fact, Prime had to send out the rest of the copies they had on hand so that the distributor could handle their orders. So now the publisher is out of stock. All remaining copies are either 1) at the distributors or 2) at the bookstore(s). This is, what we in the business like to call, “a good thing.”

So what does this mean? Hard to say right at the moment. Distribution aside, the numbers look good. Actual sales are at a brisk rate, and at the very least odds are good that the publisher won’t lose money on the book. They might even make a buck or two. This is important for obvious reasons. A publisher might love your work, your editor might even believe you’re a genius, but if your books don’t sell, none of that matters much. Most publishers, especially smaller presses, can’t afford to publish books that no one wants. When a book does well, the publisher is more inclined to want another one from you. Simple as that.

Here’s the thing—if you’re a writer, you want to write. Which is fine, because who’s stopping you? If you don’t have time, you’ll reset your priorities until you do have time. If the work isn’t going so well you hang in there until your creativity decides to wake up and join the party. Even a fallow period—they happen—is understood to be temporary. Problem is, we’re greedy. We don’t just want to write—we want to be read, too. We, narcissists that we are, want to think that what we write matters, even a little. Sure, you can self-publish, and there are even times when that makes sense, but without a readership in place it’s a long slog to get one, and the readership is what you really want. We have more options these days, sure and yippee, but publishing through a competent traditional publisher, large or small, is still the best way to find those readers, or rather, let them find you. Otherwise everything you write is just you, talking to yourself. I think there are psychiatric terms for that, none of them very flattering.

So we have to worry about the business side of things. Self-promote as best we can, do what we can do and still face ourselves in the mirror come morning. As others have pointed out time and again, writing is both an art and a business. Art comes first. After that, it’s business. We forget the second part at our peril.