Author By Choice!
I've been a writer for as long as I remember. "I", here, being Charlie. (Sarah's as sick as an oyster. A dog will at least whine. All an oyster does is twitch when you put lemon juice on. The oyster tells me she's on Godzillamycin and will be better soon.)
Anyway, as I say, I've been a writer certainly since about 20 minutes after I realized that someone actually made up those Tom Swift Jr. stories. By the time I was nine, I was writing and selling a mimeographed local "newspaper" for a penny a legal-sized sheet. Which cost a couple cents a sheet to publish; I was already ahead of my time in the news business.
After the first time I dropped out of college, I made some professional sales to the True Confession magazines and had my first experience with that special feeling when your characters are doing all the work and you're just typing out what they're saying. I also published a few non-fiction things in small markets, sometimes for money and sometimes just for the glory -- or at least as much glory as you can get for publishing an article arguing that Japanese monshogaku really is a form of heraldry, under a made-up name in a Society for Creative Anachronism journal.
Then I got more serious about school, and then I got a job, and then I got another job, and then I went to graduate school, where I had a dissertation to write so I obviously had to write fiction instead.
I wasn't wholly unsuccessful. Orson Scott Card read one of my stories and wrote me back "you are a writer!", and after I requested permission to quote one of Ray Bradbury's poems, he not only granted me the permission and complimented the story, but entered into a correspondence that lasted several years. And I embarked on a collection of one of the largest troves of Writers Of The Future Honorable Mentions in history.
I don't remember how many any more, but I think if I'd have gotten one more I'd have gotten the complementary steak knives.
Then things happened, and I stopped writing and submitting fiction, and in fact I didn't show anything I'd written to anyone until the Day of the Blog. I started commenting on Roger L Simon's blog, and then PJM started, and I started writing for actual money. In fact, I've sold something over 300 articles now, and to a number of markets. Still no fiction, unless you count the DARPA grant applications in grad school.
This is all a long prologue -- luckily pixels is cheap -- to commenting on an article I read a few days ago. The article is "Is Traditional Publishing a Choice? Not really." I recommend the whole article, but the basic point is simple: when someone says a writer "chose to go indie" or "chose traditional publishing", what they really mean is that they chose to publish independently, or chose to enter a lottery in which the winnings are usually meager, the lottery administrators treat you like a serf, and then seem likely to cheat you on your winnings.
And that's only if you actually win the lottery. Losing really sucks.
What happened is the Internet. I could start writing for publication, if not money, by commenting on blogs, and saw that some people actually liked what I was writing. Amazon and Kindle meant people writing books could publish the books for essentially nothing and make them available in the World's Largest Bookstore™ -- for better royalties than conventional publishing, and without the upfront costs and stigma of "vanity publishing".
What's more, it worked. John Locke became the first Kindle-only author to sell a million books -- at 99¢ each, but still. Ric Locke, as far as I know unrelated to John, sold many thousands of his first (and, sadly, only) book, Temporary Duty, thanks to a plug on Instapundit. Just a couple of days ago, I got emails from two of the authors we've plugged here in Book plug Friday, who have sold between them several thousand books in a few weeks, which means they've probably gotten paid more than they might have gotten as an advance from a "real" publisher. All because they decided to be an author by choice -- instead of entering the tradpub lottery, and becoming an author by chance.
Here are this week's plugs for people who have become authors by choice.
Please pass word to all your writer friends that we accept submissions for Book Plug Friday at firstname.lastname@example.org. Submissions should include the TITLE, AUTHOR’S NAME as written on the cover, a short BLURB, and an AMAZON LINK AMAZON LINK AMAZON LINK.
Also: This has been a big couple of weeks for people offering us free copies of their books. It's not that we don't appreciate it, but honestly, we're not reviewing these books, and speaking for myself the only way I'd have time to read more than I already do is if I could learn to read in my sleep. Sorry.
A pair of enlisted sailors are assigned to an alien spaceship, to clean and prepare quarters for the real human delegation. Once there, they find that there's a little more to it...
Alien worlds, exploding spaceships, IRS agents, derring-do, and a little sex. Oh, and mops, brooms, and dustpans. Truly there are wonders Out There.
A year-long shift in the middle of the interstellar void can get pretty boring. For the Fourth shift crew of the starliner Pericles, enroute to Earth from one of the colony worlds, the passage could best be called routine.
Until the forward sensors detect an unknown and unexpected object ahead. What they find there, in the endless night of space, will forever change the universe, for them and for the all mankind.
Assuming they survive to tell anyone about the encounter.
A short story of the second contact with an alien civilization. Trade is good, luring humans into rushing their translations and contact with the aliens. A young man and a classroom of alien children are caught in the misunderstandings that ensue.
Oleevaba is the proud, pampered breed representative of the Advanced Midstate New York breed of humans - until she's kicked out of society for having too much initiative. She's expected to dutifully and quietly starve to death like other expersons. Instead, she's rescued by a parallel society that has, over several generations, become very good at staying out of sight. However, not all the Subterrans are happy about simply staying out of the clutches of the Topside government. Some of them yearn to live as free men, above ground, whatever the cost.
Other books set in The Smolder universe are The Birdwatcher and The Unexpecteds, both of which are set out West in Northam during the same time period as this book.
At age 93, after two careers, and after an active and satisfying retirement, Clark Sutton finds himself in Post-Retirement. His beloved Nora has passed on, the kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids, have busy lives of their own, and Clark has to adjust to life in an assisted living facility. He buys a laptop computer and begins a journal.
Mutterings operates on two different levels. The first level is entertainment. Clark is good company. Reading his journal is like spending summer nights on the front poach with a favorite great uncle who fills the evenings with stories and eccentric opinions as to how the world should be. The second level is substantive. Be it campaign finance, taxes, welfare, the war on drugs, education, or many other topics, Clark has ideas you won't hear on either Fox News or MSNBC. (Fox News because they are preoccupied with the buzz-issues-of-the-day; MSNBC because they are clueless.) Because Clark is such good company, you will enjoy reading his views without the need to agree with him. But then you put down the book and start to think: could the old geezer actually be right? If the old man is crazy, why do his ideas seem to make sense? After even more thought, the question becomes: Why is no one else proposing things like this?
Read Mutterings the first time for entertainment. Read it the second time to change your world view.
Sean Gleeson has searched all of literature to bring you what is, without a doubt, the world's finest anthology of works by authors with the initials "S.G." Spanning centuries, continents, cultures, and genres, this collection of highly enjoyable reads features writing by Susan Glaspell, Saxo Grammaticus, Samuel Gompers, Saint Gregory, Sun Guoting, Sidney Godolphin, and more.
Also, it's the only book anywhere with the infamous article "Hack Heaven" by disgraced former journalist Stephen Glass.
You know what? This book would be a unique, thoughtful, and yet very cheap gift for a acquaintance with the initials S.G. You should keep a couple copies in your car or something. "Oh, hey, Sandy! Yeah, happy birthday. I got you this book." You win.