I Read Dead People
They're dead. And they outsell you.
This is Sarah. Lately I've been culling my used books. That is, the books on my shelves that I need to get rid of if we ever (let alone this year, which we'd like to, though I'll admit is not looking likely) are to move.
Several things have changed, since the last time I've done this 21 years ago when moving from Columbia, South Carolina, to Colorado. First of all my son, who had to be put in a playpen to keep him from running around while I sorted books and teething on the Agatha Christies is now 22 and is helping me enter stuff for sale on Amazon. Second, we're getting rid of way more books, proportionally. (In total too, since it's a 21 year accumulation instead of seven.)
We're getting rid of almost everything except my research books (I can't do research on the kindle. It simply won't work.) signed books by friends, books which aren't available in e-format (Brother Cadfael, at least last I checked) and books which I'm likely to re-read at least once a year (so, all of Heinlein.)
I'm picking up every book and going "justify your existence to me, in this format." Because... in 21 years the world has changed and the ability to read on the kindle paper white means I don't have to have bookcases in every room and the attic and basement filled with boxes. I can carry my reading needs with me wherever I go. Even the research books are getting culled. I'm now fairly sure I will never write anything set during the Russian revolution, for instance. I just don't like the period enough.
Anyway, so as we're culling these books and putting them up on Amazon, my son first noticed something: some of the old writers still fetch a good price, even though you'd think the world would be flooded with their books: Agatha Christie, Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke.
Then I started noticing other patterns. It's gotten to the point if a book has a gorgeous cover and obviously got lots of publisher push, I know the hard cover, used, five years later, will be selling for one cent. OTOH you come across these books that look like they were thrown together with a clip art cover by an illiterate intern, and the paperback goes for $70 a copy.
The latter was a sign of how out of touch with what customers really wanted publishing got to be in the last few decades. They printed some books way too tight, thereby making their copies precious, while they pushed books that really had no market.
On the other hand, if you look at how the greats of the past and how they're selling, it proves that there is a deep market just waiting to happen.
It is a sobering notion that I'm being outsold -- massively outsold as my indie sales this month were painful -- by a bunch of dead people. But it is also an incentive to try harder.
The good thing about indie is that all your sales depend on you. That's the bad thing too of course. but over all, I'm glad of it. My own failures is something I can deal with. Other people's are out of my control.
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Deadlines are flexible, but in general the deadline for Friday is Tuesday the preceding week. So, for example, the deadline for March 7 was February 22.
That said, last week was a really big one, so some books are being put off until next week. Hey, we said the deadlines are flexible.
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My name as it's on the book cover.
no more than about 100 words.
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