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CONvergence After Action Report (#CVG2022)

Okay, that was a ball. And a really busy con (see image below). (#CVG2022)

If I count it right, I had 17 panels over 4 days, out of 22 possible slots. (Didn’t let them schedule me past my 830-930pm slots. I needed my beauty sleep.) That’s amazingly busy, but it worked. I didn’t have any time slots where I had the space to wind down for very long, so I just stayed on for the four days.

It worked better for me that way, because I could plan to stay on.

There is a place on 14th street, a couple of blocks from the con hotel, called Eggy’s. Diner in a gentrified neighborhood, so a mix of classics with some hipster touches. We ate there twice.

First meal, I had the poutine breakfast, because she assured me that I was close enough to Canada that they would get it right. (They did.) Second time, I had an omelet with cheese, spinach, and chorizo. However, it being Minneapolis, it wasn’t very chorizo. Still good, though.

Other breakfast was Nicollet Diner, attached to a drag cabaret. I ordered the Seriously French Toast (croissants) but got the Fabulous French Toast (see image). Confused the guy by ordering blueberries with it, I think, but it was good and not worth sending back when it arrived.

Not as good as Eggy’s. Still good food. Eggy’s was constantly having people show up for take-out or delivery. I mean constantly while we ate. And they were full up on tables both times, with a half-dozen folks running around madly to serve everyone.

That’s usually a good sign of the food. It was worth it.

Had my first “real” signing as a pro at the con. One person showed up with books for me. Others had no idea who I was, but got suckered into taking pictures of my covers with signatures on them when I wasn’t charging anything. I am not a Big Name Author, so I wasn’t concerned that I was invisible. The staff were great and the fans were friendly.

Also had my first ever reading. Gave them the first three printed pages of Captain Daring. In the radio voice. Fans later asked why I didn’t do audio books. Don’t got time. Hell of a compliment, though.

Went well, and I think they will have the video on their website at some point, with me #2 of 4 guys reading on Sunday. Think I did pretty well. Folks showed up and nobody threw anything rotten at me.

Panels were awesome. Had one small one (4 fans, three panelists) but several were standing room only. (Topic, not me, but nice to be up there.) And one panelist sent me a note on Monday thanking me for how I moderated things, which was extra good. I always say that I give good panel. Nice to be recognized for it.

Only a handful of COVID positives notified, and each of those folks were able to be traced. One was at one of my panels, but I never took my mask off inside the building for four days, and only rarely outside. Still feeling well.

Plus, you had to show proof up up-to-date vaccinations to get your ticket in, and only one asshole walked around without his mask on half the time, but he was exactly the sort of putz you would expect, if I told you obnoxiously privileged old white libertarian guy.

Best part of the con for me was how young it was. Sure, old farts, but LOTS of youngsters. Not a lot of little ones, but teenagers and young adults, frequently in rotating cosplay outfits with style. Good questions, sharp on things.

Engaged.

Totally hoping they invite me back next year. Not a lot of writers on the track, so folks who are writers and want to make the trek to Minneapolis in early July 2023 ought to be able to get on panels. The Con-Comm are sharp, professional, and friendly as hell.

Everyone was friendly. Hands down the best group I’ve ever gotten to work with, as a working pro in attendance somewhere. Would like to make this my home con in the future. That’s how good it was.

Still recovering from the crazy, so a little light on details, but connected with some old friends, made some new ones, and had a ball.

See you next year!

b

Luna Di Luna

So I’m in Minnesota. Staying in a suburb of Minneapolis called Eagan. Across the river on the south side. Yuppie suburb kind of place. Had lunch in Minneapolis Monday. Dinner and lunch Tuesday out here.

Last night, we got a little weird.

The Pizzafarmer lives in Minnesota. He was the inspiration for the Wilson Jaxx character in the original Nuns With Guns anthology. I have since written several more episodes, which will get published in the winter, as part of Boundary Shock Quarterly’s pirate issue. (Coming soon.)

So part of my trip was coordinating meeting all sorts of folks, some IRL for the first time (¾ so far).

Pizzafarmer lives way south. Like an hour out in one of the far distant cities on the way to Iowa.

He was coming up to take his car to the dealer, so we coordinated getting a beer afterwards.

The place was in Shakopee. Middle of a huge industrial part on the western edge of town. Badger Hill Brewing. Nifty joint

He’d gotten there early, and talked to folks about what he was up to. The afternoon bartender actually stayed after his shift to meet me, once he heard the story. I handed out business cards to folks, because I was there to meet the Pizzafarmer.

Then we sat and talked for an hour. It was lovely. And fun.

At that point, he needed to head south and we needed to get dinner, so Fabulous Publisher Babe(tm) and I wandered around looking for something. Eventually settled on wanting Italian.

First place we went was line out the door and literally no parking places anywhere in the lot. Didn’t go. Probably good.

Instead, she looked around for something and found Luna Di Luna on south Lyndale (8820 Lyndale Ave S, Bloomington, MN 55420).

My guess is that it was an old Burger King, in the era before drive-thru windows (I checked the exterior). Looking at the front, they left the big glass windows in place and built up coverings to mostly turn the interior into a lovely cottage while still letting in light.

The menu was one page of food, one page of white wines, and one page of red wines, with your choice of Red or White Sangria. That’s it.

Food was amazing. Small wine bar. Lovely people. Leftovers for lunch, but not a lot.

Inside was amazing, but I figured it would be rude to take pictures. Instead, you should make it a point to go. Real cheese. Great pasta. Fantastic people. Not even all that expensive.

Way better meal than that first place we’d have gone to. So happy that we ended up trying these folks.

If you make it to Minneapolis, make it to Luna Di Luna.

🙂

Bouncy

I’m in Minnesota, counting down to CONvergence, which promises to be an utterly charming and awesome event. And I will not open myself up to so much work next year, assuming that they invite me back. (Seventeen things over four days, when I had honestly been expecting 6. That’s normal for a con, at least for me historically.)

I am an introvert. (Big surprise there, for anyone who knows me.)

At the same time, I am a player on a stage, and I have a lot of experience with that sort of thing, going back a long time of needing to assume masks for a variety of reasons. Most of them were unpleasant reasons, at that, but this is a con, and I simply need to be charming and massively extroverted for a few days.

Last time I did this was at Rose City Comic Con in 2018 (I think). Several of us had a single booth, with a lot of books for sale, organized by genre. The others with me did not have the ability to activate extrovert mode, so I took it on as a persona I call Carnival Barker.

Literally, standing at the corner and making eye contact with folks, then adding banter and charm to get them to step into the booth and look around. Exactly what a Carnival Barker does, without the freak show behind him. (No comments on my books, thank you. Heh.)

I did that for several days. To do it, I had to turn off the writer for that same period. Different mask. Different person.

Guess what, I’m back. We came into Minnesota a week early, which would have allowed us to see a lot of Fabulous Publisher Babe™’s family, except that COVID rippled through those families, so they isolated and we’ve stayed away.

I have managed to meet up with a few folks, having lunch with a fellow writer local I’ve never met IRL on Monday, and dinner with an old co-worker from Seattle last night. One of my online GMs lives not far away, and we’ll be doing lunch today.

With any luck, the guy who was the inspiration behind Pizzafarmer will be available later today for a beer. (Story #1 was in Nuns with Guns. Story #4 will be in Boundary Shock Quarterly 021 in the winter. I’ll publish 1-3 at the same time.) He lives around here somewhere (I don’t know MN geography all that well) and we’ve been emailing back and forth.

But I woke up this morning bouncy. That’s the extrovert coming to life. Getting ready to be ON for several days. Did manage to write some more on the second Marrakesh novel (Military Space Adventure along the lines of TOS or TNG, without the Epic Space Opera elements. More Mission-on-the-week sort of thing here) and hopefully will have words over the next day or so, before we move from the suburbs to downtown for the Con hotel.

Then I will be fully subsumed by the Barker, and off to the races.

I’ve warned everyone who would listen. And the Babe™ was at RCCC, so she saw it happen and understands me well enough to not be concerned that she’ll be sleeping with something of a stranger for a few days.

It happens. I am a creature of identity. Identities, plural, honestly.

I went into August understanding that I would be writing less. WAY less. Instead of my usual upper bound of 120,000 words, I have set it to 80,000 this month. And will stop cold if I actually manage to get there, what with a full week gap in the month.

That is the streak-breaking number, where I’m not even to Pulp Speed One, which I have managed since May 2018. Intentionally.

I won’t call it a vacation, but I’m taking time away from words. And doing odd projects instead. Lyrics for the rock opera. Planning for the Corsac Fox kickstarter in the winter. Being someone else.

I’m bouncy this morning, and it’s not the (yucky) coffee kicking in. Less than I usually drink back home, as a matter of fact.

Hopefully, some of you will be at the con. I have a signing on Friday around lunch, so bring something that needs a signature. Then I have panels pretty much beginning to end, so I will have almost no free time to just hang out.

Next year, with luck and they bring me back, folks will understand that my schedule is not under my control. And hopefully I’ll be doing less.

This year, I need to make them look good. And me.

And have fun.

But I gotta extrovert pretty damned hard for a week to do it.

Y’all ready for the ride?

The Stars of Science Fiction Humble Bundle!!!

Wow. I’m in a Humblebundle with Brandon Sanderson, Frank Herbert(!), Alan Dean Foster, and Kevin J. Anderson. (And WAY more…)

Seriously.

It’s called the Stars of SciFi and it was put on by Draft2Digital to mark their new efforts in moving more directly into publishing, having largely been more of a middleman up until now. (They’re the folks that get my books into libraries. Have you checked out any of my stuff from your local library yet? You should.)

The Frank Herbert book, High-Opp, was apparently a lost novel, never before published and recently discovered by his son. I gotta get that one.

There is a metric crap-ton of stuff here, folks. Thirty-five possible titles, and only eleven of them look like single novels to a real quick eyeball. Instead, you have collections of novels or omnibus editions of things.

For me, the first Science Officer Omnibus, but I’m long past assuming that you’re read that if you’re here on my blog.

Fabulous Publisher Babe™ put out a new Darius Linard collection, the first time all of these stories have been put out in a single spine. Get it here!

Brandon Sanderson has the Shadows Beneath anthology.

Lindsay Buroker’s first three Fallen Empire books.

Two complete Alan Dean Foster collections plus the novel Oshenearth.

FRANK HERBERT NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED!!! (sorry)

Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Robert J Sawyer. Kevin J. Anderson. Dean Wesley Smith. Tao Wong. My bud G.S. Jennsen. Tami Veldura and Robert Jeschonek from the Boundary Shock Quarterly Syndicate.

Are you people listening here?????

Millions of words. $308 listed value, that you can get for as little as $25 (more would be nice because we’re supporting the Book First Charity:

First Book is a nonprofit social enterprise that provides new books and educational resources to programs and schools serving children in need. By making new, high-quality books and resources available on an ongoing basis, First Book is transforming the lives of children in need and elevating the quality of education. For more information, visit www.firstbook.org.

Over 30 million American kids live in poverty. First Book wants to see every single one of them read, learn and succeed. A nonprofit social enterprise, First Book makes new, high-quality books available to schools and programs serving children from low-income families. More than 120,000 educators and program leaders have joined First Book to access outstanding educational resources for free or deeply reduced prices. Together we can reach every child, every classroom and every community. Learn more about how you can support kids in need at www.firstbook.org.

So this is where I ask you to kick in some cash and get one hell of an amazing library of books you’ve never read, while doing something amazing to help more kids like you turn into avid readers of science fiction.

Limited time offer, as all Humblebundles are. Runs until the 24th, but you’ll want to jump on this now, and blow it through the roof.

And tell all your friends.

The Stars of Science Fiction Humble Bundle (and me)

The Power of Novellas

A lot of folks seem to believe that you must either write short fiction, or novels in order to be successful.

The short game gets you into magazines and such, where you build up your name and polish your writing craft. I even know a few folks that do make a steady living on short stuff, mostly by turning around and selling all that short fiction as ebooks afterwards. (Lot of effort, but if it works, go for it.)

Downside is that $0.99 on Amazon nets you about 32c from a sale, so you have to move A LOT of units every day.

Flip-side of that are the folks that are convinced that only mega-doorstop novels (200,000 words+) on long series (Epic Fantasy comes to mind, but there are others) can be successful.

Today, I’d like to talk about the humble novella.

I published The Science Officer in December of 2014. And got struck by lightning in January, 2015. Dropped The Mind Field as fast as I could get it written, edited, and published, to take advantage of that incredible spike in sales that lasted about 100 days on the magic Amazon machine before it fell mostly back to earth.

After that, I wrote The Gilded Cage and I suddenly had a series on my hands. When I sat down and started the concept of following the Amazon Pulse, it was to write the next five books: The Pleasure Dome, The Doomsday Vault, The Last Flagship, The Hammerfield Gambit, and The Hammerfield Payoff, putting them up for pre-order spaced two months apart.

After that, I had enough material to go monthly (this would have been Fall, 2017)

Around that same period, I got struck by lightning a second time, in that the machines saw me dropping single genre, single series, back to back. It put me on the big advertising roundup. Plus I broke through somewhere with someone (to date, I have no idea who) blasting me all over the planet.

Put it this way, I was flying cross country in 2018 and got into a conversation with the woman next to me. Told her I was a writer and she was WAY interested, but turned out she didn’t like science fiction. Her husband was just across the aisle, so she handed him my Science Officer business card, because that was his gig.

He looks at it, smiles, and tells me that he liked the book.

Wait, you’ve already read it????

Cool.

To date, almost eight years later, The Science Officer remains my single best mover in terms of units. Every month, I release a new novel/project. Every month, Javier is my second or third best selling title in terms of movement.

Don’t make hardly anything, since it is up for $0.99, so we’re back to that 32c again. At the same time, my top twenty titles frequently contains ALL THE REST OF THE SERIES (book twelve coming in December. Y’all pre-ordered?) including the Omnibuses.

I literally make my living on Javier and the crew. Fortunately, I figured out what Season Two should look like, and am slowly working my way through that arc. Currently, they’ve been annual, but I might manage two per year for a bit, as I have a pretty good idea what the next story should be, plus the one after that.

From The Science Officer to The Hammerfield Payoff, those are all novellas. 24,000 words up to about 32,000. The Bryce Connection (#9) is actually a collection of four short stories that introduce four new sets of characters and runs about 24,000 words combined. From there: Alien Seas, Buried Among The Stars, and Captain Navarre are all novels, running 50,000-65,000 words, mostly because it gives me the space to write bigger stories.

But novellas are where it started, and you have to be to book ten to hit the first novel.

Past that, I have an erotica penname (Cole Braddock) that is currently writing a series that is (intentionally, consciously) a pastiche/homage to Star Trek (TOS and TNG for the most part). I have four of those done so far (Haunted Space, The Rift, Secrets, and Dreamer) that are all specifically targeted as novellas.

Finally, starting in January, I will publish a whole new space western series inspired by something I saw on tv, but radically altered because I wasn’t pleased with the choices the showrunners made. “I could have done that so much better” sort of thing.

Book One in the space western is 31,000, because I needed to introduce eight characters (not counting the ship, who is also important), a universe, technology, culture, and tell two separate story arcs in one spine. Book Two came in at about 18,000. Three through Six (so far) are all right around 22,000.

I learned to write screenplays under a mentor who was good at them (though we never got the money to make them. Anyone got $5m they want to invest? I have five that are all pretty damned good. Horror to Animated Kids Adventure.)

The software you should use is called Final Draft, because it handles all the formatting. (On Linux, I use a variant called Fade-In, which is almost as good, and have not yet paid for the full product, because I might not ever open it again. Different story.)

In a screenplay, one page of text is traditionally one minute of screen time, depending on dialogue. The timing rules are STRICT, so you have to hit 90-120 pages of screenplay. Period.

It also taught me how to write to length. And identify genre, sub-genre, and expected tropes up front.

An American one-hour drama on TV, with commercials, is about 38-40 minutes of show, plus opening and closing credits and 18-22 minutes of commercial breaks.

I wrote the Science Officer as a one-hour episode of a TV show. The Space Western and the Stephanie Machesky erotica are all targeted to that same length. The Space Western is even listed as Episode One, rather than Book One, because I want someone to make it into a TV show or animation, one of these days. (Options available cheap, serious inquiries only, expect contract redlining otherwise.)

Novellas. My goal is 20-24k each. And I’m greedy here. They’ll sell for $2.99 (for now, not counting inflation later) so people can get a good fix for not a lot of money. I’ll clear about $2.05 per unit at that rate, instead of $4 for a $5.99 novel, so I have to make up for it in volume.

I tend to write about 120,000 words per month, when I am on pace. (That comes down from time to time due to reasons.) If I write a pair of Space Western novellas, plus an erotica, that’s a good month’s work, and I’m not putting those out that fast, so I can write ahead and still keep the monthly pulse going. (Flip side is the second book in Kincaide’s War, which came in at 157,000 words, because that trilogy requires mass. Took me two months to write, with other projects slipped in as I went.)

For folks that many can only write 20,000 words per month (average 5,000/week, or 1,000/day with weekends off), you might consider writing a whole series of novellas, rather than spending a year writing a magnum opus doorstop. It will get you in front of fans faster and regularly. It likely makes you more cash, assuming the quality of your craft is high enough to draw the reader into a high read-through. (The Science Officer series has a read-through above 50% to book eight, for example.)

And it will force you to write tight, taut stories, because at 24,000 words, you do not have any time to side quest. In fact, 24,000 words might be a complete side quest loop in the longer arc of five or ten such novellas, but then you can make it entirely self-contained and hype up the energy to draw the reader in, instead of taking forever walking to Mordor. The Pleasure Dome literally set up the next four titles, with The Doomsday Vault and The Last Flagship being side quests to get to the Hammerfield duology (cliffhangered in the middle).

So you might look at your writing speed. Your commitments outside of writing, and what you could reasonably expect to produce in a year. Half of a 200,000 word doorstop, or 4-5 individual titles on that long arc, each making you money now? (And you can go back and collect them into a single spine later. Javier has Omnibus One and Two for those first eight.)

There are no rules anymore. If you publish it, folks will find it and read it. (Your craft and especially your luck will factor in, because I have been very lucky, but I was also poised to take advantage of that luck, both times it hit so far, as well as any future occurrences.)

YOU need to find that story length that makes you happy. I grew up on comic books, so incredibly long, serialized arcs are my wheelhouse, broken down into monthly, digestible lumps, with occasional cliffhangers. Comic books, ya know?

What will fill you with joy to write? How do you make your writing compelling? And anyone that tells you you can’t do something is either a fool or a foe.

I’m telling you that you have more options, and that you need to consider what you can do with them.

Because we’re all here to make money and have fun, aren’t we?

The Power of Breaking Streaks

The power of breaking streaks has been on my mind. I quit the day job to become a full-time writer at the end of February, 2018 (No Pants Day, as we celebrate it around here). I had previously been tracking my writing as an annual thing, but in March and April I realized that I had greatly increased my writing speed and output, so I created a new spreadsheet to track. Ended up with just over 75k words for the month.

Pulp Speed One is only 83,334 words per month. One millions words per year. Pulp Two is 100,000/month. Hell, I can do this.

In May of 2018, I pushed a little, aided by a writing marathon. Ended up at 120k, or Pulp Speed Three. In the four years since, I have never fallen below 100,000 words, though there have been several times where I had to crush in in the last week to make that number. Usually February (short month) and August/September (busy season.)

This August, I’ll be going to Minneapolis for a week of family vacation, then doing CONvergence after that. I told them I was open to doing a lot of panels when I signed up. At most cons, that means I’ll get 4-6 over a 3-4 day weekend. They took me serious. Way serious. I have, between panels, signing, reading, and appearing on a podcast, sixteen things I’m doing from Thursday to Sunday. Like, all day, every day, basically.

I can do it. Have done it in the past. However, to do something like that, I turn on a mode called “Carnival Barker” which I’m pretty good at. However, he’s a mask. Not me at all. A bright, energetic, hyperactive lunatic.

Last time I did it was Rose City Comic Con in 2018. Ugly weekend.

Basically, I stop writing, because all my energy goes into performance instead. Different kind of creative.

Minneapolis will be no different, considering how much of each day I will be “On.”

Travel day out, plus four days of con, means I can expect to lose 20-25,000 words from my normal pace, plus however long it takes me to recover afterwards. (Taking a train home over two days, just to see the sights and do something Anti-Stodgy.)

With that in mind, I was talking to Fabulous Publisher Babe™ last night. Came to realize that I COULD do catch up afterwards, but that would drain me even more.

There’s this thing called a Streak. I’ve been on it for more than four years now. It threatens to take control, because we’re all competitive that way. I’m competing against myself, and nobody else, but it is still a competition.

I realized that I needed to come to grips with the streak breaking. Then I decided that I should simply break the streak entirely. Gone. Over. Start a new one for a while.

So instead of a cap of 120,000 words per month (all she’ll allow me), my cap in August will be 80,000. Yeah, I realize, still a shit ton of words compared to some folks. I also know people that put that out in a week and a half.

Stopping at 80 (and I do mean stopping, whichever day I hit that number, whichever paragraph, too) means I will not cross Pulp Speed One for the month. I think that I will still sustain Pulp Three for the year, as that’s 1.4 million words, and I’m currently about 50,000 above that, which I will offset by losing 40k here, which I can make up down the stretch.

If I want to.

Breaking the streak means that I don’t have to. I am currently about a year ahead on my publishing schedule (writing things now that will come out next summer/fall), with another year or so worth of Book Ones in the can where I need to write the rest of the series before I start publishing them.

Losing 40k here is not the end of the world, mostly because I’ve been really jamming on novellas this spring and summer. Ballpark 20k for a complete story as part of a much longer series arc, in a manner similar to the first eight Science Officer books (all 24-33k).

And I’m having fun writing. Short, medium, long. I have the second Kincaide’s War book done. Vehicles of Epiphany came in at 157k. (The Eden Package was 163k).

So I’m going to take something of a reverse vacation in August. Do other things, though I’m not sure what. Not write as much or as focused, which likely means that I’ll be backbraining a lot of weirdness.

That and maybe working with English Paul on a Punk Rock Opera. There’s always that.

But I’ll control the breaking of the streak, so it won’t weigh on me with the guilt. I’m a little sad ahead of time, but I’ll be over it and moving on by then. That’s good.

What kinds of streaks do you have, and should you consider breaking them now, so they don’t take over your life?

CONvergence 2022 schedule

So I am going to Minneapolis in August for the CONvergence convention. Hopefully, I’ll see folks there, but I just found out my schedule, and things are going to be a bit hectic. Fortunately, I’m also going to be in town for a few days ahead of time, so if you want to get together for a meal or coffee, let me know now so I can arrange things. (Move quickly, ya hear?)

This is my first time at this con, but Fabulous Publisher Babe™ is from the Twin Cities, and knows a lot of folks from the con scene, as well as on the ConComm. These people are pros, from all I’ve been told. And all I’ve seen, talking to them.

It was last night during dinner when I nearly swallowed my tongue. 😉

Each panel came as a separate email. Back to back. Fifteen of them in short order.

I’m gonna be busy. Flat out crazy, from dawn to dusk, it seems. And will be introverting in between often, because I’ll have to basically be ON for four days. It will be fun. I will learn lots, share lots, and meet a bunch of folks. I’ll get to see some old friend IRL, as well as IRL some folks who have only been email addresses until now.

So, if you are coming, or are local, check below and see if any of these look like fun.

Fabulous Publisher Babe™ also informs me that her schedule isn’t nearly as hectic, but I made the foolish mistake of saying I’d be fine with a lot of panels. They took me up on it. Usually, being wide open means half as many, and then I will frequently volunteer as a panelist when something comes up. (Someone sick, someone late, utter catastrophe. One OryCon, they realized the day before that they had a panel with nobody on it and sent out a frantic call for anybody to help. I was there.)

Anyway, hope folks feel like making the trip to Minneapolis in a month. Would like to see you all and maybe start putting faces to names. If all this works out, she and I have talked about this becoming our “Home con” since Orycon is skipping 2022 and might be done. (Sad, but nature of things, ya know.)

If you have questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Me or her. As noted, we’re coming up a little early to see family, so I’ll be around.

Cheers,

b

8/11 (Thu)

Indie Publishing 101, scheduled for 8/11/2022 2:00 PM.

Clothing Styles, Textiles, and Politics, scheduled for 8/11/2022 5:00 PM.

Physics of Space Combat, scheduled for 8/11/2022 8:30 PM.

8/12 (Fri)

Going from Short to Long, scheduled for 8/12/2022 11:00 AM.

Rock the Genres, scheduled for 8/12/2022 5:00 PM.

Writing and Publishing Serialized Fiction, scheduled for 8/12/2022 8:30 PM

8/13 (Sat)

How Can SF Franchises Help Suggest Environmental Solutions?, 8/13/2022 9:30 AM.

Microfarming, scheduled for 8/13/2022 11:00 AM.

Enterprising Individuals Live!: Star Trek: First Contact, scheduled for 8/13/2022 2:00 PM.

Things Cyberpunk Got Right, scheduled for 8/13/2022 3:30 PM.

Licensed RPGs, scheduled for 8/13/2022 5:00 PM.

Roleplaying Informing Writing, scheduled for 8/13/2022 8:30 PM.

8/14 (Sun)

Space Traffic, scheduled for 8/14/2022 9:30 AM.

Putting the “Punk” Back in *Punk Genres, scheduled for 8/14/2022 12:30 PM.

Science of Cooking/Baking, scheduled for 8/14/22 3:30 PM.

That Old Bottle

I had a Coke yesterday. Maybe not exotic to some of you, but I made a conscious decision in July of 2013 to stop drinking soda pop. Too much corn syrup in my life. Too many chemicals. Not healthy.

Summer 2013 was kinda one of those big ones. At least for me. Major emotional breakdown. In a good way, because I realized that I wasn’t happy. Hadn’t been happy in a while. Needed to make changes. Drastic ones.

Had been single for a while at that point. Wheels spinning in place. Gears grinding.

Decided I was making changes.

I do this every June. Become someone else. Usually, subtle. Small changes. Stack rank my life and look at it. Throw out a hobby or something and rearrange the rest.

2013, I tossed most of me into the garbage and moved on. Decided to be happy. Worked, too, because not long after that I ran into the Fabulous Publisher Babe™ ^again^ and many of you know how that turned out.

Stopped drinking soda pop. Didn’t get a haircut again for a couple of years, so it ended up past my shoulder blades at one point. Starting eating far healthier.

Since then, I’ve had a couple of sips of something and one root beer float.

Yesterday, a group of writers got together for lunch. We used to do this in the old days monthly, but that kinda fell apart in 2020 for all the obvious reasons. Hadn’t put it back together until now.

We used to go to The Rock Pizza. The old franchise in Alderwood is apparently a Chinese joint today. The more recent place ^said^ they were open on the weekend, but were only doing takeout when we got there.

Ended up at a fast food Italian place down the road. I ordered the chicken fettuccine Alfredo. Let’s just say that it was about as flavorful and exciting as what we around here call “mommy blogger food.”

But they also had bottles of Coke in a bin of ice. Mexican stuff, supposedly with real sugar. Haven’t had one of those in quite possibly a decade. Grabbed it, popped the top, had a sip.

Underwhelming, much like the food. The company was excellent. Made up for the rest, but that Coke was…I don’t even know what to say.

I stopped drinking sugary stuff and weaned myself off of sweet for the most part. These days, I drink Spindrift, which tends to be a teaspoon of fruit juice in a can of carbonated water, without added sugar.

The coke was sweet, but in a yucky way. Industrial. Chemical. Drank it, so that I could say that I had, but didn’t really enjoy it. These days, I’ll order an Arnold Palmer in the evening, unless I get some wine. Coffee up until about 2pm. Granted, I’ll put sugar in the coffee, but ijits around here think that coffee beans roasted to only a four are for wimps. I know places where you can get a six. The asphalt you drive on to get there is probably only a five.

Rain makes the locals crazy, so they roast coffee to a six. Yuck. Like the Coke.

But for me, it provided a perfect snapshot back nine years. She and I have a running joke about something being “Three Days Ago” and thus forgotten or irrelevant, depending.

This was nine years. I’m coming up on the anniversary of her in a month. And our seventh married in July. And meeting her for the first time fourteen in the fall.

He was angry. Unhappy. At an emotional breaking point. Fortunately, it all worked out well and nobody ended up destroyed.

But that bottle of Coke framed it. Brought all back.

Yuck. And everything along with it.

Happier these days. Having far more fun. Looking forward to things, when a lot of those old cohorts are trapped lamenting the loss of “how it used to be.”

Bruce Springsteen covered it in “Glory Days” and I look at some of those folks and understand what he was talking about. But I don’t ever want to go back. Not there. Not other places. I get to live in an amazing moment with good friends.

And look at that empty bottle of Coke and celebrate who I have become instead.

Rich Wise: A Friend

I lost a good friend yesterday.

Back in 2018 (I think), Fabulous Publisher Babe™ and I took the Coast Starlight (Amtrak) to Los Angeles from Seattle. Overnight, so we got a cabin and hung out there, plugged in and writing while enjoying the scenery and talking publishing. (Duh)

Outside of Oakland, we hopped off, because the main train continues down the coast and stops at every little town. We took an inland spur that only stopped a few times, and got us to Bakersfield, where everybody exits and you hop one of several buses that take you over the mountains and down into the basin. It also got us to Union Station in downtown LA something like 6 or 8 hours faster than we would have done otherwise. Worth the effort, though now I have some friends along the coast and might have spent the night somewhere around San Luis Obispo or Santa Barbara to see them.

So, part 2 of the trip. Now we’re in a car with sets of facing bench seats, instead of airplane mode with everyone facing forward. She and I are talking publishing and writing, because, hello, have you met us?

Gentleman sitting next to her listens to the conversation for a while, growing more interested because we’re getting pretty esoteric after an hour. At some point, he starts asking questions, then fully joins in the conversation.

As an aside, I tell people that I like to “collect interesting people.” I do. The worst sin you can indulge in is to be a boring conversationalist. Even sportsball can be made interesting. Ya gotta work at it.

Rich was interesting. And way cool.

He had been a young pro golfer, on the circuit. At the time I met him, I’d have said in his early sixties, so this would have been thirty years ago. Knew all the big players, and still stayed in touch with a few, but he never quite made it to the show.

Eventually, he gave up that dream and became a teacher. Taught high school golf for a long time, and had recently retired.

As noted, way interesting and capable of holding his own in a conversation with complete strangers, on a topic he didn’t know a damned thing about, but wanted to learn. So we firehosed him. (Some of you are nodding.) And he absorbed it.

Long story short, we got to Bakersfield, and promptly fled, as all right-thinking people would. (Yes, you, too. Heh)

Our bus took us to downtown. Rich was headed inland to Riverside, so he was on a different bus. We had been teasing each other by that time about not getting on the wrong bus, so we swapped phone numbers.

Trip to LA was fine. Met a niece and hung out with her. Rented a car and drove to Vegas to see some friends. Flew home.

Stayed in touch with Rich. Not much. The occasional text.

He had divorced a while ago and remarried Tamara. She had her own interestingness, and he’d wondered if we might be interested in helping her get her biography out. We love doing that sort of thing, so we did.

Hell of a book, too. Raw, and I was the “copyeditor” who had to clean it up just enough to handle technical things like commas and periods, without stripping out her voice. Think I did a pretty good job.

Little Girl Lost, Woman Found

They are both neat people and I enjoyed the regular and occasional texts back and forth. Never much. Mostly hello and a quick update, when they moved from Riverside to Missouri. Or later to his tribe’s reservation in Oklahoma.

At the time, I didn’t know, because he didn’t talk about it, but he spent most of 2021 fighting cancer. They thought they had resolved it with surgery late last year. Apparently, back in March it came back, heavy and fast.

Rich was in home hospice for the last three months. He slipped into a coma Wednesday and died peacefully Friday afternoon.

I only know now because Tamera sent me a text late yesterday as she sorted through things and wanted us to know, because she knew how much Rich and I enjoyed chatting and being friends.

Just a couple of hours on a train, several years ago. I never saw him again after that, but the modern age reduces that to phone calls, texts, and email. You can keep up with old friends. And new ones.

And folks that wander across your path for only a moment, bringing their light into your life and leaving a candle lit after they go.

I have that candle in my mind.

But I miss my friend.

“You are a commodity, not a brand”

Fellow told me that the other day. Part of a discussion on the interwebs about the different lifestyles that come with Indie Publishing.

First off, if anyone tells you that “you MUST” do X, feel free to ignore them. I’ll offer suggestions and hints, but I haven’t found the secret handshake that made me wealthy beyond all dreams of avarice.

Not that I would mind.

I can tell you what works for me. I can look at what worked for other folks.

I can quote you back some sage advice folks like Kristine Kathryn Rusch shared with me along the way. Considering how long she’s been in the business, I’m inclined to listen to her. Don’t always agree, but woman’s seen a lot.

Especially when she talks about folks that have a system. That have “you MUST” as part of their vocabulary. She also likes to circle back occasionally and note how many of them have vanished completely from the ecosystem that perhaps they once dominated.

Gone. Poof. They had a system. It worked for a while. Then other people started using the same system (maybe they started teaching classes or something). Or maybe the system took advantage of a quirk in a rules algorithm that got changed and broke things.

[I have a friend who works at Amazon who is only allowed to nod knowingly when I mention that. He has a full team dedicated to finding such things and breaking them with hammers. And maniacal laughter occasionally.]

So we talk about what works for us.

I’ve tried Kindle Unlimited. Put a series in. Saw the results. Pulled them out a year later.

Didn’t make much money. Didn’t generate many new fans.

Folks in KU are a different reader that those outside.

Folks in KU want all the books they can consume for that $10/month they pay. And it turns out to be a lot of books. Good for them. KU pays about $0.0045/page read, at least recently. Two hundred page book yields ninety cents, give or take.

If I sell that same book on Amazon, let’s assume it was for sale for $5.99 (most of my longer novels are). I’d make roughly $4.05 net.

Bit of a difference there from the same single event. I can make a living at four dollars a sale. Don’t need all that many such happenings per month. You should take your monthly income and divide it by four. That’s how many such novel sales you would need.

Not all that many, is it?

But us Indies are always looking for more money. To do that, we have the choice of being in KU or being wide. I talk occasionally about how I listened to country music in the 90s (don’t ask). Garth Brooks released an album that was only available at Walmart. Exclusive. Kinda like Kindle Unlimited. I stopped buying his music. Have no idea how many albums the man has released. Stopped being a fan of his. Never looked back.

I want to serve all my fans. That means my books are in Kobo and their subscription service, which does not require exclusivity. iTunes, or whatever it is this week. Barnes and Noble. The library (you can ask them to acquire copies for you to check out. Prices are good.) Plenty of other places.

I don’t want to be a commodity. I’ve done experiments where I dropped the prices of some of my books to free as a test. Every time, I see a burst of downloads. Then I look at book two in the series over the next three months.

I have never seen any change in sales from before the price drop.

Folks downloading free books aren’t reading them. They are collecting them. Obsessively. Or too cheap to buy the rest of the series when that costs them money.

Same goes with KU. Folks don’t want to spend money.

I know any number of folks who tried KU over the years. Maybe they built up a following and made decent money doing it. Can be done. Hell of a treadmill, though.

A number of them turned around later and tried to exit Kindle Unlimited. Tried to create that same success in the wider world to match what they’d had in the walled garden. (That was what they called AOL in the old days. About as successful, meaning great for a while, then tapered off and failed. I have my doubts about the long-term viability of KU)

I’m not sure I know anybody that has had success inside KU and then managed to turn around and manage it outside as well. Generally, that’s because you are a commodity.

Interchangeable with any of dozens of other folks in your niche genre. Readers are looking for the cheapest entertainment they can get. Amazon wants folks to keep putting books in, because that’s a nice, steady income for them each month.

Us commodities are not so successful, because we are not brands in there.

I am a brand. I work at being a brand. That’s more than just a sub-genre I write in, because I write in several. And I write in other genres. You know what to expect from a Blaze Ward book, because I try to be consistent in my themes, tones, and stylistic choices.

I want to entertain you. I need you to come back and buy more books if I intend to live a lifestyle that doesn’t involve a job. I need your help. So I need to provide you with value.

On the flip side, those folks that just want free books don’t help me. They don’t really care what the book is, as long as they don’t have to actually pay full price for it.

I’m wide. As wide as I can get. That’s on purpose. I can back up my choices with logic and evidence.

For you, if you are in KU, I’d ask why. You might make it work. I know folks that do. Not many, and it gets harder every week, but some do.

As you build out your career, where do you think you are more likely to find fans and build up a llifestyle? What is your roadmap?

Do you have a roadmap? Do you have a long-term goal?

Or are you throwing wet spaghetti at a wall to see what sticks? (Granted, we all do that, so I’m not about to kink-shame you for it, but even then, I have plans and measures of success or failure to pursue.)

Are you going to be a commodity, or a brand?