Distractions

I’ve got so many distractions right now. Doctors, car repairs, children’s homework, and my own head that keeps running away with worries and possibilities.

One of my biggest distractions? That huge stack of story ideas that I want to finish. Each one wants to be completed, and I don’t have enough time or the mental energy to write all of them right now.

Eventually… over time… I am sure I could finish them all.

But what about “Plants vrs Zombies”? Or “Skyrim”? Or bubble baths with good books? S’mores by the fire? Come on! I NEED these things… right?

All of these distractions piling up, and my stories are forgotten on their little flash drive.

Pick one. Write. Edit. Publish.
Rinse. Repeat.
Just keep swimming….

And remind myself, day after day, that if I finish this and start publishing regularly then maybe, eventually, I won’t have to have that day job anymore. Then I’ll have time for “Skyrim”, “Plants vrs Zombies”, and every episode of the “Walking Dead” that I missed. Till then…

Go Write!

Around the Web

It’s a new year, and the internet has been buzzing. Interviews, AMA’s, and some discussions.

Also, there was no new “Self Publishing Podcast” this week. Johnny tweeted that they had an extra super secret erotic writer who wished to remain anonymous  so we will hear her next week. Perhaps this means we’ll get two SPP’s? One audio, one youtube?

Small Bites

I’ve got a good start on “Small Bites”, and hopefully I can get this done soon. I’m also working on “Osiren’s Tears”, the first book in the Eversword series, and the first 30k word book I’ll be putting out.

Here is a description of “Small Bites”.

Eleven stories, each less then 1000 words. Inside you will find telepaths, vampires, time travelers, werewolves, and magic. Stories about curiosity, darkness, and over stepping your boundaries.

Each story is self contained. They are just small bites into my twisted mind.

  • Beware the Werewolf
    • A sign on a fence, and an interesting twist.
  • Past Talks
    • A day time talk show interviews a time traveling documentary maker.
  • Griffins Flight
    • The mating flight of a griffin.
  • Price of Magic
    • What happens when you take short cuts in magic?
  • Something Beneath
    • A little girl with a big secret.
  • The Chimera
    • First impressions are not always the right ones.
  • Woodwife
    • She told him she didn’t like to be touched.
  • Scarecrow
    • The silent scarecrow sometimes sees more then we think.
  • Price of a Book
    • A beaten woman finally has enough.
  • Carmine
    • A telepath finds more then she bargained for.
  • The Door
    • When curiosity bites back.

What’s in a Sale Price (An open letter to Johnny B Truant)

In today’s Self Publishing Podcast Johnny B Truant said:

“A book is F*ing $3. As an artist I have a little bit of a problem with the idea that people would balk at that.”

I’ve been having a similar discussion with people regarding games. Specifically the idea that game makers, like Sony, want to curtail second hand game sales, like Gamestop, as they feel that used games are lost revenue.

Here the crux of the matter…. Even if you managed to stop every free/sale/used transaction for every single item in the entire world, producers of content still won’t make more money, for one really simple fact: we can’t all afford new.

Yes, you’re an artist. Your product is worth money. I get it, I’m a writer too. I want to earn a living off my writing as well. However, you are looking at it from the perspective of “this is my stuff, you’re getting my stuff, and you should pay me what I think it’s worth.”

Game developers also have the added incite of “this is how much it cost us to make this game, and this is how many we think we can sell this month.” So they slap a tag for $60 on it, and release it. They are absolutely right that the game is worth, from their perspective, $60 dollars.

Now, lets look at it from my perspective.

I’m a single mom of three. I love books and games. I am teaching my three children to also love books and games. I make less then $2k a month, and my bills alone suck up most of that money.

$60 is one bill. Or a car full of groceries  Or two pairs of shoes. Or two tanks of gas to get to work. Or three nice dates with my wonderful boyfriend.

So I wait till games are on sale, (got to love Steam!) or I wait till the price comes down. Two, three years after a AAA title has come out and grossed the company millions of dollars it might be available for $20 from the company. Maybe. If I’m lucky. Or I can hit a used bin and possibly find it for a little less. It still won’t be that cheap, but maybe I can finally play it.

It’s the same with books, only most of the time I have to go to the library. Sometimes, if i really love a book, or an author, I will splurge and buy their book. Maybe give it to a friend, or sell it back to Half Priced Books, more then likely just keep it on my shelf. Keep in mind I read about 50+ books a year. I can’t afford to buy all of those even if they are only $3.

Yes, you as an artist deserve to be paid for your work. I, as an upcoming author, deserve to be paid for my work. But not everyone is in the same place that you are. Not all of us are able to go out and buy every book/game we want.

I currently own over 23 of David Write and Sean Platts books. I got a lot of them for free, and then I started buying them. I joined Seans list and got this nifty little email saying “Thanks for joining, I’d like to give you a free book.” I turned it down because I already had so many of their books. I also own several Johnny B Truant books, and I bought most of them, but I did get several for free.

I try to repay in my way by giving reviews, and sharing the podcast with other writers, and by buying a few now and then when I have some extra money. But I keep a look out for sale prices of my favorite authors.

Steam is actually an incredible example of what sale prices can do. Summer sales, and winter sales on Steam can lower game prices up to as much as 75% off games, sometimes more. And what happened? Well I bought 80+ games this year. I know I’m not the only one. Steam sales more games during these sales, and they make more for the people selling games through them then any other time of the year.

When you lower the price a lot more people see it, and buy it. You make up for lower prices through volume.

Now, Steam has an amazing platform, they have sales specifically a few times a year, and a few games on sale each day. They can afford to do this, and they do it well. While books are a bit different  you shouldn’t discount the power of “free” through KDP.

TL;DR Remember that your buyers are made up of different kinds of people. We can’t all afford things at the higher prices, so giving us intensives (sales and freebies) will get us interested, and may get you future sales, reviews, and rating to drive future business. It’s about making a brand, not just making a buck.

Slightly Overwhelming

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This is my story list. Or rather it is a list of every story I have started and which I think would make a good finished product. Some have as little as a page already written. A few are finished. The ones on the left are all novels with as much as 100 pages already written. This is overwhelming, to say the least. It’s why I have taken it upon myself to actually stop screwing around and WRITE. It’s what I dreamed of doing when I was growing up. It’s what I should be doing. It’s what my brain wants to do. So I say to myself: No excuses! Go write!

Easiest thing to do: Nothing

I am quite comfortable in my little job, with my little office, helping customers and never actually doing anything very significant at all. I get paid enough to live fairly comfortably with my three children. My store is even ranked in the top 50 in the company. I drive 5 miles to work, and home each day. There are parks, museums, libraries, and a plethora of games and TV shows to keep me busy.

By all accounts, I could do this till I retire, and never really do anything (not including raising the three children.)

But that’s just it. It is so incredibly easy to do nothing. To sit passively and just allow life to happen. To let old dreams and passions fade away while life becomes a monotonous drone in the back of your mind.

There was a quote I heard that said “When you stop learning, thats when you start dieing.” I’d like to add “When you stop living, that’s when you start dieing.”

Are you sitting back, allowing life to happen? Or are you pushing forward, making new dreams, and new aspirations? Are you a “wanna be”, or are you on your path to being it?

There was a very good discussion… a young writer asked one of his favorite authors “when can I call myself an author?” The author replied “When you decide you are one.”

Titles don’t mean anything. What matters is what you place your heart, mind, and determination into. Are you doing everything you can to be “it”. Or are you letting “it” just pass you by?

Games and Writing

gamesI now have over 90 games… just on my steam account. That’s not even counting the rack of games for the various counsels I have over there.

I love games. I love figuring out puzzles, gathering items, killing the bad guy. I love the thrill of discovering new worlds, and ransacking dungeons. The sudden adrenalin rush as the boss battle grinds you down and kills you yet again, and you pick up the control and start all over. Just die, and try again.

I love it all. I’d play games all of the time if I could.

However, of those 90+ games I have, I haven’t been able to play any of them very much. A few minutes here and there, maybe an hour. But I have yet to finish one. Why?

Because I’d rather be making my own worlds and sharing them with others. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to discover other peoples visions for worlds. That’s why I just spent every spare moment for the last week (and there hasn’t been a lot of free moments) reading “Ghost Story” by Jim Butcher, and finding out what happens to Harry Dresden.

I’d love more hours in the day to finish a game, a book, and finish writing my own novel. But we each get the same amount of time each day. We each have to work out way through it. It’s a battle of priorities.

So… what did you spend your time on today?

Just a Quick Update

I’m working on editing “Osiren’s Tears”, one of the stories I did during NaNoWriMo. I’m also trying to write a description I think doesn’t completely suck. 

Everyone who does something creative, I don’t care if it is sewing, painting, writing, or cooking… We all have that one thing about it that we are horrible at. For me it’s the blurb you put up on Amazon. I just can’t seem to wrap the story into some neat little catchy paragraph or three. Everything sounds forced, sterile, or just plain horrible. So I’m working on that trying to get better.

While I am editing “Osiren’s Tears” I am also working on a Sci-fi romance. I know I mentioned “Message in a Bottle”, but when I got the idea for “Starcrossed” I just had to go with it. It involves some quantum physics going awry, and the merging dreams between a young scientist, and an alien. You can have some interesting encounters when you think you’re dreaming.

The Past Hurts Sometimes

I spent much of my childhood trying to do “the right thing”. How does a child even know what the right thing is?

I knew that if I did certain things at certain times I’d get a little more attention from my parents. But they were so busy with everything in their lives that they really didn’t have all that much time for me.

It seems a silly thing to complain about sometimes. You see children who have no food, or suffer incredible abuse. My parents just didn’t have any time for me.

I spent a great deal of time alone. To clarify, I have two sisters. We didn’t get along very well. I found it easier to just spend my time outside, away from them, and avoid arguments.

I spent so much time trying to make my parents happy, and proud of me that even the small things hurt. Once I made dinner for my family. I usually did because both of my parents worked. I think I was 14 at the time. Steak, mashed potatoes, and some sort of vegetable.

My dad took one bight of it and got very unhappy. You could see the disapproval oozing off him. He was mad at me because I didn’t put any spices on the food. I forgot. I never ate spices on food, and I forgot. And he told me how bad dinner was, how horrible it was.

I learned a long time ago that I was never going to be able to please the people around me. And then I got married.

New mother, new baby, new home, and I cleaned the entire house. Even got on my knees and hands to scrub the kitchen floor because we didn’t have a mop. My husband came home. I thought he’d be so happy with me… No, there were things up on top of the computer case stashed out of the way that I hadn’t gotten too. The rest of the two bedroom apartment was clean, but there was paper up on top of that case. He was so disappointed in me, and I was that little girl trying to get approval. Trying so hard to earn someone’s love.

It took me a long time to learn that you can’t, and shouldn’t EARN someone’s love. Love is a gift you give. Love is free. Love is beautiful. It is full of hope and joy, and all those wonderful things of acceptance.

And even now, at 35 and trying to start something brand new I feel myself shutting down. Hurting. Afraid to try and earn someone’s love and attention. Will they like my books? Will they care? Will it affect anyone?

Who knows. And I shouldn’t care. I should be doing this because I love the writing, not because I’m trying to find that illusive acceptance somewhere.

My parents will never be proud of me. I accepted that years ago. And my life is saner now without them in it.

My husband would never be satisfied with anything I did. So I divorced him. And I have been happier without him.

But you can’t close yourself off from the world. You can’t satisfy the world. You have to satisfy yourself before you can do anything else.

That’s my struggle every day. Somewhere inside I am just that little girl still trying to find approval. And I suppose I always will be.