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.

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.

If This is Tuesday, This Must Be…

Monday was nonsense day. Not that every day isn’t, but today I’ll try to fit in some, you know, actual information. I try to do that now and then, if only to remind myself that it exists, if anyone wants it.

WRITING 02First off, the Yamada Monogatari: Demon Hunter giveaway at Beneath Ceaseless Skies is almost over. Wednesday is the last day to enter, so if you’re interested in getting a big chunk of the Lord Yamada stories in one place for free, that’s the place to go. Preferably no later than tomorrow, otherwise that particular ship has left the dock.

Second, it seems that In the Palace of the Jade Lion from BCS #100 has made the Locus Magazine Recommended Reading list for 2012. You can see the full list here.

Finally, I know at least two people out there have been wondering when the #$@# sequel to Black Kath’s Daughter is going to be done. The answer, I’m afraid, is “not for a while.” At the moment, the project is officially on hold, or as officially as anything ever is around here. There’s something else brewing that’s going to require that it be put on the back burner for now, simple as that. I’ll say more when or if there’s anything solid to tell.

Muse and Writer Dialogues #8

Fade In: It’s the library. Same old furnishings, same old computer desk and chair. WRITER is sitting in the chair, staring at a computer screen. Enter the MUSE, at the moment looking a bit like a cross between Annie Wilson and Pat Benatar.

 

MUSE: All right, time to work on your scales…wait. What are you doing?

WRITER: What does it look like?

MUSE: It looks like you’re writing.

WRITER: Good. That’s what I thought, too, but you can never tell about these things.

MUSE: Aren’t you a musician now?

WRITER: Puh-lease. When I can improv riffs off a major or minor pentatonic scale, then I’ll call myself a musician. When I can play “Sweet Home Alabama” and it actually sounds like “Sweet Home Alabama,” I’ll call myself a musician. Not before.

MUSE: I thought you’d given up writing for guitar.

WRITER: Haven’t given up writing. Haven’t given up guitar, either, and I’ve got a scheduled practice session coming. Only now, it’s time to write. Which is what I was doing before you interrupted me.

 

MUSE undergoes a quick costume change. Now she looks much more like a Greek goddess than a rocker chick.

 

MUSE: Would you kindly pick one thing or another? This is making me dizzy.

WRITER: Sorry, really, but I can’t do that. Since when have I been able to do one thing to the exclusion of anything else I wanted to do? I’m a self-centered, capricious creature at heart. You know that.

MUSE: Yeah, but I was hoping you’d forgotten.

WRITER: It’s a tough job. I don’t envy you. By the way, there have been some developments, just in case your attention has been elsewhere—the new book is selling really well.

MUSE: That’s nice, but so? That’s already written. Doesn’t involve me.

WRITER: No, but the next one will. As soon as I finish this story which absolutely no one is waiting for.

MUSE: I can’t help you with that last part. But…a new one? I’ll see what I can do. But just so you know—I’m keeping the rocker chick outfit.

WRITER: Good. I still can’t make a decent F major.

MUSE: Then practice it. In the meantime, just substitute a D minor instead. It’s the relative minor for that chord.

WRITER: Relative minor?

MUSE (sighs): We have a looong way to go, don’t we?

 

 

Because Doing it Once Wasn’t Excessive Enough

Final-CoverOn Wednesday, January 30th, (tomorrow, as this post fits in linear time. Which is an illusion, but let’s not go there right now) Scott Andrews at Beneath Ceaseless Skies will be doing one more giveaway of a signed copy of Yamada Monogatari: Demon Hunter , this time on Twitter. You can see the full rules here, but basically all you need to do tomorrow between 2 and 6 PM Eastern Time is tweet the title of your favorite Lord Yamada story to Scott at @BCSmagazine. This will enter you in the contest, and the winner will be drawn at random.

Here is the list of Yamada stories that are available online at BCS, though of course you can name any in the series you want:

The Mansion of Bones(BCS #19; Podcast BCS 017)

Sanji’s Demon(BCS #38-39)

Lady of the Ghost Willow(BCS #53)

The Ghost of Shinoda Forest(BCS #63; Podcast BCS 055)

The Tiger’s Turn(BCS #79)

Three Little Foxes(BCS #105)

I’d enter, but I already have a copy. Though I probably will monitor the Twitter stream and make rude noises where appropriate. (Sorry, I went to a Blue Man Group concert last night and I’m feeling a bit fey at the moment. It’ll pass.)