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It’s a Grand Game.

That’s what I keep telling myself.

Thoughts on a gray, ugly afternoon, when I long to be out in the garden. I’m not in a cheery mood.

 

images-3I never thought my book could be published, for a number of reasons. I’ve gotten past that. I’ve finally found a solution for what I always saw as my major problem, radically different tones in books one and three. I’ve nudged both sensibilities to a middle ground, and I think it works.

The marketing will be as hard or harder. What can I say except: we have to try to enjoy the experience in and of itself, as a game. Because, we all know it, the odds are heavily against us.

Here we are, on this crazy train, right? Maybe we’ll end up in a sweet place, maybe not. Set your sights too high and you’ll have your heart broken, I’m afraid. My definition of high would be a genuine career, earning anything (and I do mean anything) remotely akin to a living.

I hope none of us has paid one of the rebooted vanity presses for a (very likely) iffy edit, a formatting, a cover, and a few POD hard copies. I have a neighbor who bought such a package. At first I thought she had been legitimately published. I was thrilled for her. Then I googled the name of the small press publisher. Their charges run four hundred to well over a thousand dollars. I doubt she’ll make her money back. I asked her, what are you doing to promote it? I got a blank look in return.

Actually, a thousand ain’t bad. My father paid to publish his autobiography in the early eighties. The story in my family is that he spent ten thousand dollars to get himself in print. (Ten thousand thirty years ago. What would that be today? At least double.)

He may have sold a few books through the Swiss-American Society (his family immigrated from Switzerland when he was a child, and it was rather an interesting story, hardscrabble homesteading in Canada, mine disasters in Washington state, rough, they had it rough) but he had to give most copies away.

There is a ton of stuff on the web about promotion. I’ve been gathering it, for years, into a file. I’ll fish out the most useful items and dribble them in here from time to time. But my best advice is, have fun with this. Honestly, that’s my very best advice.

Here’s a more nuts-and-bolts tip: I’ve read again and again, take it slow and steady, keep writing, publish multiple titles, grow a following. That’s how Hugh Howey (Wool) did it. He initially offered his book in serial form. And, of course, he had a great story in a popular genre, and a lot of luck. I’m not writing in a popular genre, and I’ve never been particularly lucky, so I’d better settle for having fun. Frankly, that’s been my game plan all along.

I’m right now googling a book written by a former housemate. My brother told me twenty years ago that he’d walked into the Harvard Coop on a visit to Boston and found the guy doing an author signing of Murder in the Combat Zone. I lived in a group house with Herb for five or six years. Now I find on his Linked In profile that he studied creative writing at Cornell.

He never breathed a word about an interest in writing all the time I knew him but, neither did I. Rae was a computer person at MIT, Christopher was the perpetual PhD candidate at Tufts, I was making stripper costumes for the Combat Zone (which is why I remember the title of his book exactly, I had jotted notes for a thriller set in the Zone myself and I was jealous, and bummed). No writing went on in that house that I was aware of, but for Chris and his never completed dissertation. Herb and everyone else (we had many transients) were working for a computer-paper recycling co-op that my brother started. I’m curious as hell to know how well he writes, now that I see, my God!, he studied creative writing at Cornell. Maybe under Nabokov. Hold on. I’ll check on that.

Nope. Nabokov was there until ’59. Herb would have landed on campus in the fall of ’64. Vladimir wouldn’t have been teaching undergrads anyway. I can’t find a mention of Herb’s book anywhere. He apparently never wrote a follow-up. I guess the first didn’t sell. Big surprise, hey? This would have been the eighties, pre-ebook. Damn! You’d think a reseller would have a copy listed.

Well, we have ebooks now and they don’t disappear. This is something of a nightmare for those of us trying to get a toe in the door. I pump myself up with the idea that a hundred years from now someone may discover my nonsense and I’ll be a sensation.

I mean to be encouraging. Is it working?

This venture shows signs of developing into a formidable resource. GD’s first post contains very useful information, in Jousting Windmills. Thanks, GD. I may use a variation of that phrase on a piece comparing goofball me to Miguel de Cervantes and goofball Sly (my fast-talking cat) to Don Q. Who’s roly-poly Sancho? Sly’s own sidekick, my roly-poly froggie, of course.

We’ve got some good heads here (mine the least of them, providing comic relief). Dip a toe in every now and then. You’re going to be glad you did.

 

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8 thoughts on “It’s a Grand Game.

  1. GD Deckard says:

    Good insights, Mimi. There is a “Peggy Noonan” rhythm to your blog style, more reflective than your writing style. Thank you for taking time to add a sense of balance and perspective to our undertaking. And for the record, I do expect your work to sell. But ignore me, be surprised 🙂

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  2. mimispeike says:

    I haven’t read Noonan, because of her politics. She writes for the WSJ, doesn’t she? Maybe I will. She is a celebrated wordsmith. She does have an appealing way of phrasing in her speech. I’ve seen her on Morning Joe a few times.

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  3. atthysgage says:

    I thought I left a comment on this yesterday, but apparently it got lost. It’s funny you’d mention Nabokov and the Quixote in the same post. Have you read the lectures Nabokov published on Don Quixote? There’s a whole book of ’em. Actually they are quite clinical and methodical, and not as free-wheeling as one might hope (they are the actual lectures he gave while at Harvard in 1952. Here is one awesome, thoroughly Nabokovian quote I found over at Amazon: “What we shall witness now is the evolution of the epic form, the shedding of its metrical skin, the hoofing of its feet, a sudden fertile cross between the winged monster of the epic and the specialized prose form of entertaining narration, more or less a domesticated mammal, if I may pursue the metaphor to its lame end;”

    Fantastic.

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  4. mimispeike says:

    Thank you Atthys for another proof that this is a formidable group for invaluable cross-fertilization of ideas. I am going to track that down. One of my favorite books (of which there are, certainly, many-many-many) is ‘Speak, Memory’, Nabokov’s memoir. Which was, absolutely, highly entertaining narration, in addition to being beautifully written and poignant in its recollections.

    I’ve looked the book up. Kirkus gives it a rather poor review (not up to his lectures on other classics), but used copies are selling very cheaply on Amazon. I’m adding it to my list.

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  5. atthysgage says:

    Yeah, it is in no wise as enjoyable as Speak, Memory. For one thing, Nabokov didn’t even like Don Quixote, though he clearly thought it was important. I only brought it up because I know you have devoted some energy to the Quixote as a sort of reflective touchstone for your own epic.

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  6. mimispeike says:

    Yes, that’s what the Kirkus review said, he doesn’t like Don Quixote. I’m going to buy it, to see for myself.

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  7. GD Deckard says:

    Hmmm… I just read something in Henry Miller’s “Nexus” that suggests the act of creation and the act of writing are separate.

    “Reduced to ashes by Stanley’s heartless words, I had come face to face with the source, with authorship itself, one might say. And how utterly different this was, this quiet flow from the source, than the strident act of creation which is writing! ‘Dive deep and never come up!’ should be the motto for all who hunger to create in words. For only in the tranquil depths is it granted us to see and hear, to move and be.”

    This suggests that just as we must write well to sell well, we first must create well to write well. Well, hell, more complications.

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  8. mimispeike says:

    I read in the early hours (and got so upset I had to get a glass of wine to go back to sleep) a new draft by Curtis, studying the marketing maneuvers of a person named Vargus. I visited her Facebook page and her website, and I am totally repulsed. I suspect she neither creates well, nor writes well. She churns out high concept stuff and then screams at us (visually) by way of promotion. This business gets stranger and stranger. I found not a phrase out of her that gave me to think she writes decently. Is this really the way to sell books? Heaven help us.

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