My friend and fellow writer Marilyn Meredith recently did a post on her blog about prioritizing. This is something I find myself doing constantly, but not always doing successfully. (Definitely not as successfully as Marilyn, anyway.)
I lead what I consider a boring, somewhat mundane life. There are days when I don’t have to leave the house. That doesn’t mean I don’t always have STUFF to do.
I work from home, which I know puts me in a category of lucky. My job also involves writing, which puts me in the double lucky category. Although my job involves brief writing for criminal appellants and not fiction writing, it also involves story-telling, deciding the best way to present the facts to the appellate court to get the best results. Rote recitation of facts the way they occurred is generally how my clients got convicted in the first place. I have to look for the injustice in the conviction, those things that went wrong, and make those my facts when I tell my story. It is definitely an exercise in creativity.
In addition to my day job, I also have a family, pets, carpool duty, house cleaning, laundry, PTO, book writing, and occasionally I squeeze in time to read. My kids are already smarter than me, and helping them with homework and projects is time-consuming. Sometimes I feel like I need a math tutor myself just to help my kids with middle school math.
I also am physically handicapped from a head-on collision with a drunk driver in 2008. I am full of titanium and still missing pieces of bones. Some days this means almost nothing, and other than sore knees and a stiff ankle, I’m like everyone else. Other days I can barely walk around my house. Every day is kind of a crapshoot.
Regardless, there are things that need to get done. My usual process is doing what absolutely needs to get done, such as things on a deadline, and then squeezing in whatever else I can. Which brings me to today, where I am working on something due at the end of the month. It’s a spec script for a contest, which if I am one of the winners I could get a one year paid gig as an intern at a production company in Los Angeles.
Some people might think it would be crazy to uproot my family and relocate from New Orleans to L.A. for a one year position, but I would. Of course it’s easy to say that when it’s so unlikely that I’ll be one of the winners. I haven’t written that many scripts, and I’ve never written a t.v. comedy spec script, which is what they require. But I figure even if I don’t win, I’ll at least have a spec script in my repertoire which I can always use to pitch in the future.
If it wasn’t for needing the script at the end of February for this contest, I probably would never have gotten around to writing it. I would have thought I was too busy doing the daily things that need to get done and it would have been on the back burner like so many other things I never get around to doing. It would have been easy to ignore the contest announcement, but that is part of my prioritization process, finding things with deadlines that force me to step outside of my comfort zone and write more. It’s kind of like tricking myself into writing, but it’s a system that works for me so far.
So I am spending this week writing a spec script, knowing I don’t have much time left if I want to enter my very best into the contest.
Now if I could only get to the laundry and dishes...
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
GUEST BLOGGER J.L. GREGER
Today, I am excited to feature guest blogger J. L. Greger, who tells us how she came to write COMING FLU, an extraordinary medical thriller recently published by Oak Tree Press.
TURNING SCIENCE INTO COMING FLU
By Guest Blogger J. L. Greger
Several readers have asked how I turned what they considered dry scientific facts into a fast paced novel. After thanking them for the compliments, I tried to answer their specific questions, which are summarized below.
Isn’t rationing of medications a little extreme? Preparation of effective flu vaccines is tedious and expensive. Often vaccine manufacturers cannot keep up with the mutations in viruses. That’s what occurs in Coming Flu and rationing is necessary. Although scientists have developed antivirals for treatment of HIV and herpes infections, they have not tested antivirals successfully with flu patients, as tried in Coming Flu. Again these drugs are in limited supply.
Quarantine is no big deal. Is it? I think most Americans don’t understand how quarantine (the enforcement of the Model State Emergency Health Powers Act and associated legislation) could affect their lives. At least not in personal terms – like standing in line for food, not being able to go to work or to shop, and being afraid to come in contact with anyone lest they have the flu.
One of my friends Judy Leavitt wrote the biography of Mary Mallon, better know as Typhoid Mary (Typhoid Mary: Captive to the Public’s Health). Mary Mallon was a cook, who harbored the bacteria that caused typhoid fever in her gall bladder without getting sick herself. She refused to stop working as a cook because she knew no other trade. Accordingly, the New York City Health Department quarantined her on an island in New York harbor from 1915-1938. This is, of course, the extreme case, but quarantines can be nasty.
So that’s how science became Coming Flu.
Find out more about J.L. Greger and her work at http://www.jlgreger.com
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Guest Blogger Marilyn Meredith
The reason I chose this topic is because I met Holli at a Public Safety Writers Association Conference. I truly value Holli’s friendship and I would have never met her any other way. I love hearing about her and her family. Her life is quite different from mine, and partially because she’s young and still doing all the things that come with raising your children.
Holli lives in New Orleans. I live clear across the country in a foothill community of the Southern Sierra in California. We might have come across one another online because we are on some of the same lists, but there’s nothing like meeting someone in person. I admire Holli, her expertise and intelligence—and her sparkling personality.
Over the years I’ve attended lots of mystery conventions: Bouchercons and Left Coast Crimes. I’ve made many friends at both. There are other smaller cons I’ve gone to, Malice Domestic, Killer Nashville, Love is Murder and Mayhem in the Midlands which is no longer in existence.
Though through the years I’ve attended and presented at many writers conferences, but my favorite of all is PSWA. The majority of attendees are people who are or were in various types of public safety fields like FBI, Police, FBI, Military Law Enforcement, CSI, Scientific Fields, Fire who are interested in writing, and mystery writers who are interested in what the experts are willing to share. It’s a smaller conference and there is opportunity to network and find out answers to questions right while you’re there.
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| Spouse's Panel at previous Mayhem in the Midlands |
What about selling books at a convention or conference? Unless you are a well-known author, you probably won’t sell many books at a convention. This is where you meet people who read books and visiting with them. Of course you’ll meet other authors too.
Your chances of selling your book at a conference really depends upon what you are doing at the conference. If you are a speaker or on a panel you may intrigue some attendees enough that they’ll buy your book.
The best part of either one is the joy of meeting like-minded people—those who love to read.
If you are one of those who love to read, I hope you’ll try the latest book in my Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery series, Raging Water.
Raging Water Blurb: Deputy Tempe Crabtree’s investigation of the murder of two close friends is complicated when relentless rain turns Bear Creek into a raging river. Homes are inundated and a mud slide blocks the only road out of Bear Creek stranding many—including the murderer.
Contest: The person who leaves comments on the most blogs will have his/her name used for a character in my next book—can choose if you want it in a Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery or a Rocky Bluff P.D. crime novel.
Bio: Marilyn Meredith is the author of over thirty published novels, including the award winning Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery series, the latest Raging Water from Mundania Press. Writing as F. M. Meredith, her latest Rocky Bluff P.D. crime novel us No Bells, the fourth from Oak Tree Press. Marilyn is a member of EPIC, three chapters of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and on the board of the Public Safety Writers of America. Visit her at http://fictionforyou.com and follow her blog at http://marilymeredith.blogspot.com/
Marilyn borrows a lot from where she lives in the Southern Sierra for the town of Bear Creek and the surrounding area.
I know there are some people who like to read a series in order, but let me reassure you that every book is complete. Though the characters grow through each book, the crime is always solved. Here is the order of the books for anyone who wants to know: Deadly Trail, Deadly Omen, Unequally Yoked, Intervention, Wing Beat, Calling the Dead, Judgment Fire, Kindred Spirits, Dispel the Mist, Invisible Path, Bears With Us, Raging Water.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Murder Close to Home
My husband's friend was murdered during Hurricane Isaac.
Noah worked and lived at a funeral home. He was a personable guy, interesting, and an unlikely compadre for my husband. Julio is a big guy, brutish looking. Six foot, 300 lbs, bald, with a goatee, he is a somewhat striking Spanish macho man.
Noah was among a group of locals who frequented a nearby bar and took to our bar as soon as it opened. Julio became friends with many of the new customers, but Noah was one of a few who he spoke to outside of the bar as well.
Noah was gay, but a blender. He fit in with the crowd, easily forgettable until you actually spoke to him. Noah was also depressed a lot, although I don't know the reason why. I guess working and living at a funeral home does not inspire one to be giddily happy, but I think he may have had other issues. I know he had no significant other, but he did occasionally bring men home with him, which ultimately be his downfall.
When our bar closed, Noah was even more down. He missed having a place to hang out that felt like home, although he did hang out at other bars. Julio would occasionally meet Noah at the bar after it closed to hang out, because he was worried about his friend.
Right before Isaac, Noah left one of his regular bars with a man he had just met. Sometime that night, the stranger tied Noah to the bed, stabbed him to death, stole his cell phone, and took off in his car.
We had evacuated for the hurricane and Julio called Noah several times to see how he was making out. He received no answer.
About a week later, Noah's body was discovered. The killer had driven Noah's car to Algiers, on the Westbank of New Orleans and near the funeral home, and set it on fire. He was still using Noah's cell phone, texting people back, acting like he was Noah. The police were able to find his location, in an attic in a nearby neighborhood, by tracking the cell phone.
The guy confessed. He will be charged with 2nd degree murder, an automatic life sentence in Louisiana.
Noah was buried this past Monday. It is so odd, because I wasn't really close with him, but had met him and liked him well enough. He was a good guy. He had bought several copies of my books and had me sign them, one set for his sister. He was at my book launch party, and spoke at length with my sister, who had gone to funeral school before deciding to become a teacher.
Noah didn't have much family. He was 51 years old, his parents were dead, and he had only a sister and a brother. But the chapel was packed, with friends, people who worked at other funeral homes around town, and people whom he had helped through their own personal tragedies as an employee of Schoen's Funeral Home.
I have known death. All of my grandparents and my father have died in my life time. As many homicide cases as I have handled as a prosecutor and then as an appellate public defender, some of them horrific and violent, I have only known one other person who was brutally murdered, and that was a girl who was a senior in high school when I was a freshman, and she was murdered by some kind of serial killer in another state years after we graduated. I was barely on a saying hi to her basis because she was so much ahead of me in school, although I had greatly admired her back then.
When someone dies, I always think about how they now know what lies beyond this earth, and if there is nothing, they are just gone, and nowhere. So while I can't help but think of how much Noah suffered, and what must have been going through his mind when this animal decided to take his life, I also wonder about where he is now, and that he knows what happens when we leave this world.
I often take from real life when I'm writing. True crime especially makes for a good story. This one, though, I think I'm going to leave right where it is, in my mind.
Noah worked and lived at a funeral home. He was a personable guy, interesting, and an unlikely compadre for my husband. Julio is a big guy, brutish looking. Six foot, 300 lbs, bald, with a goatee, he is a somewhat striking Spanish macho man.
Noah was among a group of locals who frequented a nearby bar and took to our bar as soon as it opened. Julio became friends with many of the new customers, but Noah was one of a few who he spoke to outside of the bar as well.
Noah was gay, but a blender. He fit in with the crowd, easily forgettable until you actually spoke to him. Noah was also depressed a lot, although I don't know the reason why. I guess working and living at a funeral home does not inspire one to be giddily happy, but I think he may have had other issues. I know he had no significant other, but he did occasionally bring men home with him, which ultimately be his downfall.
When our bar closed, Noah was even more down. He missed having a place to hang out that felt like home, although he did hang out at other bars. Julio would occasionally meet Noah at the bar after it closed to hang out, because he was worried about his friend.
Right before Isaac, Noah left one of his regular bars with a man he had just met. Sometime that night, the stranger tied Noah to the bed, stabbed him to death, stole his cell phone, and took off in his car.
We had evacuated for the hurricane and Julio called Noah several times to see how he was making out. He received no answer.
About a week later, Noah's body was discovered. The killer had driven Noah's car to Algiers, on the Westbank of New Orleans and near the funeral home, and set it on fire. He was still using Noah's cell phone, texting people back, acting like he was Noah. The police were able to find his location, in an attic in a nearby neighborhood, by tracking the cell phone.
The guy confessed. He will be charged with 2nd degree murder, an automatic life sentence in Louisiana.
Noah was buried this past Monday. It is so odd, because I wasn't really close with him, but had met him and liked him well enough. He was a good guy. He had bought several copies of my books and had me sign them, one set for his sister. He was at my book launch party, and spoke at length with my sister, who had gone to funeral school before deciding to become a teacher.
Noah didn't have much family. He was 51 years old, his parents were dead, and he had only a sister and a brother. But the chapel was packed, with friends, people who worked at other funeral homes around town, and people whom he had helped through their own personal tragedies as an employee of Schoen's Funeral Home.
I have known death. All of my grandparents and my father have died in my life time. As many homicide cases as I have handled as a prosecutor and then as an appellate public defender, some of them horrific and violent, I have only known one other person who was brutally murdered, and that was a girl who was a senior in high school when I was a freshman, and she was murdered by some kind of serial killer in another state years after we graduated. I was barely on a saying hi to her basis because she was so much ahead of me in school, although I had greatly admired her back then.
When someone dies, I always think about how they now know what lies beyond this earth, and if there is nothing, they are just gone, and nowhere. So while I can't help but think of how much Noah suffered, and what must have been going through his mind when this animal decided to take his life, I also wonder about where he is now, and that he knows what happens when we leave this world.
I often take from real life when I'm writing. True crime especially makes for a good story. This one, though, I think I'm going to leave right where it is, in my mind.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Waiting for Isaac while remembering Katrina
Waiting for Isaac While Remembering Katrina
Once again those of us in New Orleans are watching a hurricane, waiting to see if Isaac is going to show up at our doorstep or pass us by. We've been here before, watching and waiting.
In 2005, we did the same for Katrina. Only then we really didn't think it was going to hit. While we evacuated, we brought only enough clothes (and diapers, because I had two little ones) for a long weekend. We left on a Saturday, before a mandatory evacuation had been called. We planned on returning home Monday or Tuesday, believing deep in our hearts that a hurricane would never hit us.
My mother, my two daughters, and I stayed at the Embassy Suites in Houston. Houston was THE place for New Orleans people to evacuate. Most of us vacationed there frequently, a sort of home away from home. Our hotel had swans in the lobby, which tickled my children, a clown who made balloon animals, which terrified me, and was something like 40 steps away from the Galleria shopping mall, which thrilled all of us.
By the end of it, we were there for two weeks. Two weeks in a nice hotels sounds like fun, but it really isn't. Especially when you've made your husband join you at the 11th hour and he's brought along his younger brother, which infuriated your mother (who is a little odd to begin with), and you have no idea if your house is still standing or not.
The hurricane made landfall on Monday. Everything seemed fine until the levees broke. We watched CNN and the Weather Channel in horror as the city filled with water. My husband went home on Tuesday. As a deputy constable allowed to go back into the city before the general public. He soon texted us-- there was no other viable form of communication at the time--that our house was fine, some roof damage, a few books and toys wet, but otherwise okay. Same with the rest of the neighborhood.
We went back two weeks later, when the electricity was back up and a few stores had reopened. Two weeks after that my daughter's school reopened. A few months later our neighbors started coming back with their families. For months it was mainly only men working on their houses and law enforcement.
Law enforcement was everywhere. Local police, police from other parishes, police from other states, even the National Guard. It was hard to feel unsafe with so many police personnel everywhere. You literally could not drive a block without seeing some type of police officer.
While the police weren't able to protect us from the giant flies that took over for several months, and couldn't prevent the maggots in our refrigerators when we got home, at least we didn't have to worry about copper being stolen from our homes when we were inside them, nor of someone breaking into our homes and doing God knows what to us, as had happened to many unfortunate women during the actual hurricane.
So now, seven years later, we are in the position once again to decide should we stay or should we go. Today is Sunday. The storm will hit Tuesday in the middle of the night or early Wednesday morning. Wednesday will be the one year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Scary.
So my thinking, with a now 10-year-old and 13-year-old, and now having an evacuation house, I will probably leave. The big difference this time is that I'm not dreading leaving, because I've faced the most uncertainty a person can face having dealt with Katrina and its aftermath.
I'm looking forward to visiting my vacation house in the hills, and while I will worry about what is happening back home, I will also use the time, and more importantly, the emotion, to write more of my third novel.
Chocolate City Justice takes place during Hurricane Katrina, bringing my protagonist, Ryan Murphy, into the present days. So everything I learn about that happens, especially if the hurricane hits, will be more fodder for my novel and jog my novel about what happened back then. As I am planning what I will pack, Katrina is not seven years ago for me, but right now, while I am loading my car with the things I want to save should a worst case scenario occur. And I will use it as much as I can, extracting as much good as I can from a potentially bad situation.
NOTE: I scheduled this to post a week after I wrote it, hoping by the time it is posted I will know how this has turned out, one way or another.
Once again those of us in New Orleans are watching a hurricane, waiting to see if Isaac is going to show up at our doorstep or pass us by. We've been here before, watching and waiting.
In 2005, we did the same for Katrina. Only then we really didn't think it was going to hit. While we evacuated, we brought only enough clothes (and diapers, because I had two little ones) for a long weekend. We left on a Saturday, before a mandatory evacuation had been called. We planned on returning home Monday or Tuesday, believing deep in our hearts that a hurricane would never hit us.
My mother, my two daughters, and I stayed at the Embassy Suites in Houston. Houston was THE place for New Orleans people to evacuate. Most of us vacationed there frequently, a sort of home away from home. Our hotel had swans in the lobby, which tickled my children, a clown who made balloon animals, which terrified me, and was something like 40 steps away from the Galleria shopping mall, which thrilled all of us.
By the end of it, we were there for two weeks. Two weeks in a nice hotels sounds like fun, but it really isn't. Especially when you've made your husband join you at the 11th hour and he's brought along his younger brother, which infuriated your mother (who is a little odd to begin with), and you have no idea if your house is still standing or not.
The hurricane made landfall on Monday. Everything seemed fine until the levees broke. We watched CNN and the Weather Channel in horror as the city filled with water. My husband went home on Tuesday. As a deputy constable allowed to go back into the city before the general public. He soon texted us-- there was no other viable form of communication at the time--that our house was fine, some roof damage, a few books and toys wet, but otherwise okay. Same with the rest of the neighborhood.
We went back two weeks later, when the electricity was back up and a few stores had reopened. Two weeks after that my daughter's school reopened. A few months later our neighbors started coming back with their families. For months it was mainly only men working on their houses and law enforcement.
Law enforcement was everywhere. Local police, police from other parishes, police from other states, even the National Guard. It was hard to feel unsafe with so many police personnel everywhere. You literally could not drive a block without seeing some type of police officer.
While the police weren't able to protect us from the giant flies that took over for several months, and couldn't prevent the maggots in our refrigerators when we got home, at least we didn't have to worry about copper being stolen from our homes when we were inside them, nor of someone breaking into our homes and doing God knows what to us, as had happened to many unfortunate women during the actual hurricane.
So now, seven years later, we are in the position once again to decide should we stay or should we go. Today is Sunday. The storm will hit Tuesday in the middle of the night or early Wednesday morning. Wednesday will be the one year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Scary.
So my thinking, with a now 10-year-old and 13-year-old, and now having an evacuation house, I will probably leave. The big difference this time is that I'm not dreading leaving, because I've faced the most uncertainty a person can face having dealt with Katrina and its aftermath.
I'm looking forward to visiting my vacation house in the hills, and while I will worry about what is happening back home, I will also use the time, and more importantly, the emotion, to write more of my third novel.
Chocolate City Justice takes place during Hurricane Katrina, bringing my protagonist, Ryan Murphy, into the present days. So everything I learn about that happens, especially if the hurricane hits, will be more fodder for my novel and jog my novel about what happened back then. As I am planning what I will pack, Katrina is not seven years ago for me, but right now, while I am loading my car with the things I want to save should a worst case scenario occur. And I will use it as much as I can, extracting as much good as I can from a potentially bad situation.
NOTE: I scheduled this to post a week after I wrote it, hoping by the time it is posted I will know how this has turned out, one way or another.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
A Rose by Any Other Name Would Smell...
A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet. The famous phrase from Romeo and Juliet, where the two star-crossed lovers discuss whether it makes a difference that Juliet is a Capulet and Romeo is a Montague. They seem to think it doesn't. We all know that it did, or they wouldn't both be dead by the end of the play. That Shakespeare may have been on to something.
Turn to the big debates over the distinctions between traditional houses, small presses, indie publishers, self-publishing, vanity presses, e-publishing, and print on demand, or POD. Ultimately, does the public care which category a book falls into before they decide to make a purchase? And do readers even know the distinction?
For a brief explanation- traditional houses are generally those big New York publishers who rarely take on new clients, but publish and promote writers such as James Patterson and Stephen King.
Small presses, formerly known as independent presses, are smaller publishers who perform much in the same way as the larger houses in that they do not charge authors any types of fees to be published, and take on all the expense of the book publication, such as printing costs and cover art.
The distinction between big houses and small presses are: big houses are able to get books into brick-and-mortar book stores easier, and are able to spend big bucks on the promotion of big writers. Small houses tend to use print on demand, which simply means the books are not printed until someone orders them. Small houses may or may not offer advances. Both large and small presses should pay quarterly earnings to its writers, but every contract is different. Both do have contracts.
The title "indie publishers" which used to represent the small houses now is used almost exclusively for self-published. Sometimes, the companies that offer these services call themselves a name that sounds like a traditional or small press. The big distinction here is that the companies that self-publish do not edit the works they publish, but basically provide a means for the writer to get his or her book in print, as it is. Promotion is left entirely to the writer. Vanity presses are basically a method of self-publishing for the author, but frequently charge extremely high fees.
E-publishing is electronic publishing. It is done by most if not all publishers. There is a huge market for e-books with Kindle and Nook, and probably the IPAD by now. Books can also be downloaded onto computers or smart phones. The benefit to the buyers is that e-book are generally cheaper, and more portable. An avid reader can save as many books as his device has memory.
Print on demand again is not a form of actual publishing, but a method to print hard copies of books. It is more ecologically friendly and green than printing vast numbers of books that may not get sold.
So, does it really matter which of the categories a book falls into? Does anyone care if a book has a big New York publisher behind it, a smaller press, or if the writer published the novel on his own?
As a writer with a "small house", I expect my opinion will be different than someone who self-published, or a writer with a traditional, big New York publisher. The truth is that writers are going to side with the method in which they were published. It's the nature of the beast. Most of us need reinforcement as writers that we are actually "real" writers, so our way has got to be the best way.
But turn to my sister, who is "only" a reader, you know, one of those people who actually buys lots of books just to read them and entertain herself. She doesn't care if it's Doubleday, Bantam, Fly-by-Night, Small Press U.S.A., or Look, Mom, No Hands, who published the book. She cares about whether the book has a compelling story that holds her interest, good characters, a good and satisfying ending, and maybe on occasion, price.
But those things may be affected by how the book was published. While I have seen errors in books put out by the New York publishers, those companies do have the wherewithal to do a whole lot of editing if a book needs it. Does this mean their book will be better than a self-published book that is professionally edited? Probably not. It does mean that if Stephen King has an off day of writing, nobody will be the wiser because his errors will be caught by an editor and fixed before it gets in print.
Small presses may have in-house editors, or they may expect their writers to have their work edited by an outside source, such as a writing group, a college professor, a paid editor or the like. Small presses may also have people who perform more than one duty for the company who may assist with editing. They generally will not publish books full of errors because those books tend to not sell well, and small presses need to make as much as they can off each author and each book. Small presses tend to keep their books available longer, because by using POD they didn't waste a whole bunch of money printing books no one will buy.
As far as self-publishing, the degree of editing depends entirely on the writer. Some writers may self-edit their manuscripts to the point of near perfection. Others may pay a professional editor. Still some may not do any of the above and end up publishing crap. Hey, sometimes crap sells.
In the end, writers own prejudices will decide what books they buy, and whether it makes a difference to them how the book was birthed. But for the general reading public, it probably isn't going to matter how the book saw the light of day. If a reader buys any book that turns out to be full of typos, plot holes, or other errors, regardless of how it came to be published, chances are the reader won't buy a second book by that author. And that will ultimately be what causes the downfall of that writer.
So does a rose by any other name smell as sweet? All other things being equal, probably. But a rose that hasn't been properly cared for while in the ground won't bloom the same way as one that has, and almost certainly won't smell the same. (In case you missed it, the analogy was that poorly edited manuscripts stink. Did that come across or does this post need more editing?)
Turn to the big debates over the distinctions between traditional houses, small presses, indie publishers, self-publishing, vanity presses, e-publishing, and print on demand, or POD. Ultimately, does the public care which category a book falls into before they decide to make a purchase? And do readers even know the distinction?
For a brief explanation- traditional houses are generally those big New York publishers who rarely take on new clients, but publish and promote writers such as James Patterson and Stephen King.
Small presses, formerly known as independent presses, are smaller publishers who perform much in the same way as the larger houses in that they do not charge authors any types of fees to be published, and take on all the expense of the book publication, such as printing costs and cover art.
The distinction between big houses and small presses are: big houses are able to get books into brick-and-mortar book stores easier, and are able to spend big bucks on the promotion of big writers. Small houses tend to use print on demand, which simply means the books are not printed until someone orders them. Small houses may or may not offer advances. Both large and small presses should pay quarterly earnings to its writers, but every contract is different. Both do have contracts.
The title "indie publishers" which used to represent the small houses now is used almost exclusively for self-published. Sometimes, the companies that offer these services call themselves a name that sounds like a traditional or small press. The big distinction here is that the companies that self-publish do not edit the works they publish, but basically provide a means for the writer to get his or her book in print, as it is. Promotion is left entirely to the writer. Vanity presses are basically a method of self-publishing for the author, but frequently charge extremely high fees.
E-publishing is electronic publishing. It is done by most if not all publishers. There is a huge market for e-books with Kindle and Nook, and probably the IPAD by now. Books can also be downloaded onto computers or smart phones. The benefit to the buyers is that e-book are generally cheaper, and more portable. An avid reader can save as many books as his device has memory.
Print on demand again is not a form of actual publishing, but a method to print hard copies of books. It is more ecologically friendly and green than printing vast numbers of books that may not get sold.
So, does it really matter which of the categories a book falls into? Does anyone care if a book has a big New York publisher behind it, a smaller press, or if the writer published the novel on his own?
As a writer with a "small house", I expect my opinion will be different than someone who self-published, or a writer with a traditional, big New York publisher. The truth is that writers are going to side with the method in which they were published. It's the nature of the beast. Most of us need reinforcement as writers that we are actually "real" writers, so our way has got to be the best way.
But turn to my sister, who is "only" a reader, you know, one of those people who actually buys lots of books just to read them and entertain herself. She doesn't care if it's Doubleday, Bantam, Fly-by-Night, Small Press U.S.A., or Look, Mom, No Hands, who published the book. She cares about whether the book has a compelling story that holds her interest, good characters, a good and satisfying ending, and maybe on occasion, price.
But those things may be affected by how the book was published. While I have seen errors in books put out by the New York publishers, those companies do have the wherewithal to do a whole lot of editing if a book needs it. Does this mean their book will be better than a self-published book that is professionally edited? Probably not. It does mean that if Stephen King has an off day of writing, nobody will be the wiser because his errors will be caught by an editor and fixed before it gets in print.
Small presses may have in-house editors, or they may expect their writers to have their work edited by an outside source, such as a writing group, a college professor, a paid editor or the like. Small presses may also have people who perform more than one duty for the company who may assist with editing. They generally will not publish books full of errors because those books tend to not sell well, and small presses need to make as much as they can off each author and each book. Small presses tend to keep their books available longer, because by using POD they didn't waste a whole bunch of money printing books no one will buy.
As far as self-publishing, the degree of editing depends entirely on the writer. Some writers may self-edit their manuscripts to the point of near perfection. Others may pay a professional editor. Still some may not do any of the above and end up publishing crap. Hey, sometimes crap sells.
In the end, writers own prejudices will decide what books they buy, and whether it makes a difference to them how the book was birthed. But for the general reading public, it probably isn't going to matter how the book saw the light of day. If a reader buys any book that turns out to be full of typos, plot holes, or other errors, regardless of how it came to be published, chances are the reader won't buy a second book by that author. And that will ultimately be what causes the downfall of that writer.
So does a rose by any other name smell as sweet? All other things being equal, probably. But a rose that hasn't been properly cared for while in the ground won't bloom the same way as one that has, and almost certainly won't smell the same. (In case you missed it, the analogy was that poorly edited manuscripts stink. Did that come across or does this post need more editing?)
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Rebecca Dahlke
Today, author Rebecca Dahlke (R.P. Dahlke) tells us about her All Mystery Newsletter.
So
I put the website in mothballs, but kept the Facebook site, the yahoo group (which
is where authors meet to talk about promotion, and readers come to see what
authors are talking about.) and Good Reads group for Indie and small press
promotion, and a Twitter account.
Since then, I have
put four mysteries up on Amazon/Kindle, and because I understand that this my
book is a product, I also began a six month quest for the best, and most
effective, form of advertising my books.
The results were exciting! I discovered that with a combination of
inexpensive paid and free promotion, I could sell more books. I thought the
results of this were interesting enough to share with my writing friends. So
the first thing I did was put together a 7 page handout and speak on this
subject with my local Sisters in Crime chapter in Tucson. The handout was
necessary because I had a lot of powerful, and helpful information to share,
but cautioned my grateful listeners with the following: The only thing I could
guarantee about this information was that some of it would change.
That was in June, and sure enough, things have changed… again.
One of the sites I listed as smart and creative just bit the dust, and another
site, Digital Books Today, has taken a giant leap after only 18 months in the
business. Eighteen months? Gee, All Mystery e-newsletter
had started before Digital Books Today… so that meant… but wait! There's
more!
In a recent e-mail from the founder of Digital Books
Today, Anthony Wessel, he says, and I quote: "Traffic on our Sites: March:
8,000, June 16,000" and in their "The Top 100 Best Free Kindle Books
List: November 2011: 600+ and June 2012- 10,000+ with 38,000 click outs to books on Amazon."
It is obvious that Indie and small press authors are now
using paid book marketing as part of a successful campaign to sell their books. I know, because I was using
them too, and the results have been gratifying—except for one thing. As a mystery writer, all of the best
e-newsletters had mystery squished in between vampire and memoir.
It didn't take me much more than a nano-second to see
that All Mystery e-newsletter was needed.
I ticked off the possibilities for resurrecting this
e-newsletter against the fact that it might take some time to gain momentum.
Then realized I already had all of my requirements for a good promotion site:
Facebook page, Yahoo and Good Reads groups, and Twitter with a small army of
Re-Tweet pals.
The website is now up and running. Better yet, September
is already SOLD out, but I am accepting submittals for October through December
2012. And, yes, the ad insertions for this e-newsletter are reasonably priced: $10.00 a book insertion.
Here are links to All Mystery
e-newsletter places:
Twitter handle: @allmysterynews
Last but not least, for those of you who would like a
copy of my updated copy of that 7
page hand-out for both free and paid promotions for authors, send me an e-mail
with "promotion handout" in the subject line and I'll send you a PDF
copy. E-mail: rp@rpdahlke.com
Rebecca Dahlke (R.P. Dahlke) is the author of A DEAD RED OLEANDER, A DEAD RED HEART, A DEAD RED CADILLAC, and A DANGEROUS HARBOR. She has been writing since 1994.
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