Showing posts with label care of writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label care of writers. Show all posts

Thursday, April 21, 2022

Author Rant Ahead

Posted by: PG Forte

 You have been warned. 

I belong to a lot of author groups online (I also belong to a lot of reader groups, btw, but that's a rant for a different day). And rarely does a week go by without some newbie-ish author asking for advice about things that make my blood boil. Like so-called self-publishers that only charge a grand or two to put your books into print. Or self-styled literary agents who eight-hundred dollars to get your book ready to submit to a publisher. 

Typically, responses to this sort of thing tend to be something along the lines of, "Don't do it!" "It's a scam." "That's not how this business works." And yet nine out of ten times the author who's (theoretically) seeking advice will respond by saying, "but he/she seems so reputable." Or, "I just don't have the time to market my books myself." 

I just don't know how to get through to these people. What I want to say is something like this:

Dear Newish Author,

I once was you; perched on the edge of publication with one, or possibly two, books under your belt. You have no idea how to market your books. You barely even understand how publishing works.  And you're still at the silly question stage: What font should I use for my ms? How many pages should my chapters be? 

On the one hand you have people offering to lead you by the hand and help you navigate this confusing new world. On the other you have people offering what you think has to be the lamest, least helpful phrases of all: "Congratulations. You've written a book. Now the hard part begins."

Obviously the latter have no idea what goes into writing a book--am I right?  Because how could that be true? How could anything be harder? And, how could anyone believe that something that discouraging could ever be helpful?

Well, because it is. 

Marketing and promoting your book is something that all authors, even the traditionally published ones with A list agents have to do. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And, yes, it's complicated and confusing and time-consuming and soul-destroying and, especially if you're a math-challenged introvert (as so many authors tend to be) much, much harder than writing. 

Writing (even popular, commercial fiction) is still an art form. And, like all art, ultimately there is no right or wrong way to do it. 

This isn't to say that there aren't rules and conventions that you'll probably want to follow--especially if you're hoping to sell your book, get decent reviews and make actual money. It doesn't mean there's no learning curve, or no trends or fashions that you'll want to consider. But, in the writing stage, the world is (quite literally, if we're talking about the fictional world you're creating) yours to do with as you wish. You have no one to please but yourself.

Marketing, OTOH, requires  a whole different skill set. For example, you to find an audience--people who are A) are looking for books to read. B)  would enjoy your books in particular and C) are willing to actually either buy your books or rent them through proper channels--like libraries. 

In a world where pirating books is rampant, where read-and-return is viewed as a clever game, where readers are pre-loaded with prejudices, triggers, and lists of words that will automatically land your book in their DNF pile. Words like moist or nub or honeypot, or plunged or wet or chuckled.

 Maybe you'll get lucky. But, in all likelihood, finding your tribe will be much, much harder than you think it will be right now.  Some readers only want free books. Some only want to read books in third person, or first person, or present tense, or with a specific number of narrators--no more than two, but not less than two for example. Some are easily triggered, others will only read particular tropes. And then there are those who would probably love your books except that they won't read a series until it's finished--so your series will never get finished because either you or your publisher won't see the point of it. Clearly there's no audience for it. Let's just pull the plug. 

You could be a great writer, but a terrible marketer. BUT you could also be a terrible writer--and it's hard to keep the faith and trust that it's the first, not the second, because the resultant lack of sales still looks the same. And there will always, ALWAYS be someone ready and eager to tell you that if your book isn't selling it MUST be because it's bad. 

It's depressing and demoralizing. It makes you feel helpless. I know. I've been there. I think we've ALL been there, to one extent or another. And that's when the scam artists crawl out of the woodwork looking to take advantage of you. 

Please don't let them. Please don't give up or take the easy way out. Because it's NOT the easy way. You'll end up giving them money that would be better off spent elsewhere. You might end up giving away your rights, and sometimes it's too hard a slog to get them back. You could conceivably lose all the joy you now get from writing. You could find yourself unable to write at all. 

Educate yourself about industry standards. Cultivate realistic expectations. Develop a long-view approach to your career. And, FFS, if you ask other authors for advice, please don't write off what they tell you just because it wasn't what you wanted to hear. 

Congratulations. You've written a book. Now the hard part begins. BUT YOU CAN DO THAT TOO!





Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Finessing The Muse: Morning Pages

Posted by: PG Forte

As part of my on-going struggle to coax my muse out of hiding, I’ve decided to give morning pages another try. As you’re probably aware this is an exercise that was made popular by Julia Cameron the author of The Artists Way. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried this, and I don’t recall it being all that helpful the first time around. OTOH, I didn’t keep up with it for more than a few months because, eventually, my muse got fed up with hanging around in the morning, waiting while I filled three pages in a notebook with stream of consciousness nonsense, and began demanding I pay attention to her again.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and history will repeat itself. But in the meantime…

Julia Cameron wasn’t the first person to suggest the idea of writing first thing in the morning. A hundred or so years ago, when I was first thinking about writing as a career (not really a hundred, but MORNINGS! can make it feel that way) I read a book by an author whose name I can’t recall, and whose book I probably don’t have anymore, thanks to last summer’s move…about which I still shudder. But, whoever she was, she also believed that waking up in the morning and IMMEDIATELY writing down whatever was in your head was a great idea.

The biggest difference, IIRC, between her system and Cameron’s, is that her idea was to mine for the elusive gold buried in your subconscious, and that was supposedly easier to reach before you were properly awake.

Cameron doesn’t believe in gold. (Okay, I suppose she does given her OTHER book, A Vein of Gold, but that’s beside the point.) She thinks your brain is full of shit in the morning (as opposed to ALL DAY, which is how it feels at the moment) and she wants you to clear away the dross, so you can be creative. Her morning pages have strict rules…most of which I’ve forgotten, and although I’m currently reading her new book, It’s Never Too Late to Begin Again, I think I’m going to have to invest in a new copy of The Artist’s Way—or perhaps, The Miracle of Morning Pages, yet another book about…yes, you’ve guessed it. Morning Pages—in order to refresh my memory.

But for now: the Morning Pages Rules as I understand and remember them, include: Write by hand, for three pages, no stopping, stream of consciousness (which I could do all day, btw, even without a fully-functioning muse…if I had the time and nothing else to do…and who has that?). You don’t record your dreams, you don’t jot down story ideas, you don’t make lists of things you want to do later in the day, you don’t make lists about ANYTHING, really…

No lists? Right. And here I am making a list of rules, which goes to show you how well I follow instruction. But it’s HARD not to make lists, because I LOVE lists…no. Love’s not the right word. I can’t think of the right word, but that’s another rule, I suppose, no stopping to look up the right word.

Speaking of right words and how they’re occasionally elusive (interesting word, elusive. I always have to pause and remember which one I want elusive, illusive, allusive…definitely elusive right now but it’s always jarring when someone uses the wrong one. There are a few words like that. Hoard/horde, etc. and I do tend to forget some of them and write the wrong one and feel like an uneducated idiot who can’t even master one language, never mind more than one…do I really want to go on with this train of thought? No, not really).

So, as I started to say, I’ve noticed that the right words are occasionally not as easy to locate as they used to be, and having experienced age-related dementia with several relatives now, I worried. My niece was REALLY worried about my sister, which isn’t fair because her memory has always been shit. But we both feel better now, ever since I shared with her an article I recently read that claimed the main two differences between younger people who can’t immediately recall a word and older people, is that the younger people don’t immediately assume they’re losing their minds. Also, the file cabinets of their memories…does anyone even use file cabinets anymore? Aren’t they like take out menus, rolodexes,  and CDs? WHATEVER.

Younger people have memory files that aren’t as extensive. There are less files to wade through to find that word. A lot less, in some cases. So we’re content in the belief that my brain, and my sister’s brain, aren’t failing. They’re just scaling mountains of accumulated knowledge. I like that. I’m not sure I believe it, but it’s such a pretty lie.

But…back to my non-list of morning page related struggles. There are a lot of things I have to do in the morning, and lying in bed scribbling in a notebook isn’t one of them. There are dogs to let out, and frequently a toddler to entertain--and feed, which definitely requires me to get out of bed—and on Wednesdays, when he’s with us, said toddler must be made ready for when the garbage truck arrives (which is in the morning, because of course it is).

Standing at the front door, watching the garbage truck move slowly up and down the street, waving to the driver, imitating the beep-beep-beep whenever it’s backing up, is one of THE HIGHLIGHTS of this child’s life right now. He loves all trucks, but garbage trucks most of all. We don’t know why.

He also loves cooking and cleaning. The former I understand, the latter—not so much. Also, pretend “cleaning”? Not the greatest thing. It tends to leave more of a mess rather than less, so…

Coffee! Coffee is an issue in the morning.  It is, therefore, an issue that my morning pages tend to be rather full of. The nameless author from a thousand years ago suggested placing a thermos of coffee beside your bed at night so that you wouldn’t have to get up and make coffee and miss out on the mining. I don’t do that, although I have in the past, because the coffee is never hot enough and then I’m mad, and all I can think about is COFFEE.

I can’t recall if Julia allows you to get up and make coffee before you begin, but I do it anyway, for the most part. And I let out the dogs. And I feed the child, if he’s here, and I think about how nice it would be to sit outside on my terrace with my coffee cup and my notebook…but not this morning, because our next door neighbors are having their house tented, so all my terrace furniture (and my potted plants, and the child’s pool toys, etc.) are stacked on the far side of the terrace because the crew who’s tenting the house needs to be in the yard…which the dogs are going to love. Not. Sigh.

Let’s move on…

Another problem I’ve noticed is that I’m out of practice writing by hand. Because, other than lists…and birthday cards…and addresses…and quick notes to my husband, or my daughter…lists. It always comes back to lists with me. I could list all the things I make lists of, but…another time.

OTHER THAN LISTS, I don’t really write by hand much anymore.  And, as a result, three pages can make my hand hurt. I  think it’s because I’m trying to write too fast. I’ve gotten used to the speed of typing and my thoughts don’t want to stand still and wait until my pen can capture them. So I write too fast and my handwriting, already not the best, is now completely illegible. Which I guess doesn’t matter, since morning pages are not really the kind of thing you’d need to read anyway. Not even anything you’d want to read (as this proves). I suppose I could re-fresh my knowledge of shorthand and try that, but I feel like that is too much effort.

Probably the real problem is that I’m left-handed, so most notebooks are problematic anyway. And I’ve just forgotten how much. But, that’s also besides the point, because that shouldn’t be the case with the nice new notebook I indulged in, before I read/remembered that I’m supposed to keep my morning pages in a separate notebook, although why?  And also: isn’t that kind of a waste of paper? Not that it all isn’t a waste of paper anyway, when you think about it. It’s really not the most environmentally friendly practice, is it? Paper = dead trees and I like trees, but let’s not go there. Besides, my son just introduced an entire line of biodegradable, environmentally friendly tattoo supplies (it’s a cool idea, and a nice website. You should check it out, if you’re into things like that. https://fortetattootechnology.com/)

So maybe the family karma balances out somehow? Whatever. It’s too early in the day to get into things like that.

My notebook cover is faux leather (because I didn’t need dead animal guilt on top of the dead tree guilt which continues to consume me no matter how hard I try to pretend otherwise. Family karma? Really?). It’s red, with a cute dragon embossed on the front. And it does seem like a shame to fill it with my useless, hideous scrawl. But the notebook is pretty and it’s refillable/reusable (re-read note on pretending not to feel guilt) and I like it. And part of the reason I started this whole practice was because my muse likes pretty things. Like the tulips on my table. A gift from our neighbors—they of the tented house. Did I mention that I also had to have my lovely bougainvillea (that was growing against the neighbors’ wall) cut back practically to the ground?

And that’s disappointing and another reason I will not be enjoying my coffee on the terrace this morning…but that’s three pages, so I guess I’m done anyway.




   

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Taking It To The Mat

Posted by: PG Forte

I know I’ve posted before about my yoga practice, and yes, the Move From Hell, did interfere with that. A lot.  But I’m pleased to say that, after almost a year’s hiatus, I’ve gone back to the mat and I’ve managed to lose another 40 pounds this year. Even with the move! So woo-hoo, and Merry Christmas to me.

I love yoga for a lot of reasons, but today I want to discuss the way it relates to writing.

1.     Repetition. There’s a definite form and structure to every session—just like with books. Yet every one is put together differently. And the ways in which you experience a given session will change depending on how your body feels. Doing a particular exercise over and over again is a lot like editing—you’re constantly tweaking and repeating, refining your movements/words as you go.

2.      Variation. Every posture has almost innumerable variations (just like every trope does) and even with all of that, individual modifications are encouraged. As one of my teachers is fond of saying, “I’m in my body and you’re in yours. You know what’s best for your body.” As a writer, you know what’s best for your book as well. And what’s best for this book, might not be best for the next one. You’ll only know by getting to it and seeing how you feel.

3.     Getting to it—that’s really the key to everything, isn’t it? You won’t accomplish much of anything unless you put the time in. Regularly. There are no shortcuts. Well, there are Electronic Muscle Stimulation exercises that could, theoretically, get you in shape faster, but I’m thinking they wouldn’t really help with flexibility, so I stand by my original statement!

4.     Courage and Vulnerability. A month ago it dawned on me that I’ve become one of those people who set up their mats in the front row—which, trust me, was not always the case! With writing, as with yoga, you need to be okay with being vulnerable. With being “seen”. With being willing to look like an idiot—while wearing brightly colored, body hugging clothing. And maybe also while being considerably older, heavier and less flexible than most of your classmates. You do you,” is a valuable mantra. Also valuable is realizing that while you’re doing it (writing or yoga) you’re pretty much safe from judgment. Everyone disappears on their mat. No one’s watching you when you’re exercising, because they’re too busy focusing on themselves. No one’s watching you while you’re writing, because all the critics are in your own head, at that point. Afterwards…yeah, sure. People will likely judge you then. And that’s definitely one place where the peace of mind you get from yoga would come in handy. Another reason I think all writers should be yogis.  

5.     Namaste. I think this is a true story; although I admit it sounds almost too good to be true. It was told to me by a dear friend, shortly after she started yoga, and I have no reason to believe it didn’t happen exactly like she said. She was clueless when she started—as most of us are. She knew nothing about yoga tradition and nomenclature. But she was enchanted by one part of the practice in particular. She thought it was so lovely and encouraging how, at the end of the class, everyone would bow their heads and solemnly agree that they’d made “no mistakes.” I think about that often, especially when I, too, get to that part of class where we all intone, “Namaste.” Because, while that might not be what the word means, it’s not that far off either. There are no mistakes. Everything is perfect: the book you’re writing, your progress on the mat, Life.



Because next week is Christmas, I have two free reads available! I’d hoped to have a couple more short, holiday stories done by now, but…there are no mistakes. Also, I guess that gives me something to look forward to next year. Please enjoy, and Happy Holidays! 

Free For The Holidays

This Winter Night
Winter Hearts 0.25

Newlyweds Dario and Ophelia Leonides are passionately in love. There are only two things marring their happiness this holiday season—Lia's homesickness and her continued inability to conceive a child.

Dario would do anything to make his wife smile again. He's hoping to use the miraculous technology his father-in-law has pioneered, combined with the magic inherent in his native land. But calling upon the forces of Kokopeli may have unintended consequences. 

This prequel to This Winter Heart is available as a FREE READ.
Click HERE  to download.



Counting On Christmas
An Ugly Christmas Sweater Story
This Ugly Christmas Sweater short story features the characters Mike and Claire from Let Me Count the Ways (LA Love Lessons, book 3). Mike's been a very good boy this year and Santa Claire has the perfect present picked out for him--one that's both naughty and nice!
***This story was originally released as part of the Nine Naughty Novelists' Ugly Christmas Sweater story collection ~ Volume I***
Click HERE to download.

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