Rather than not post anything, I thought I’d better throw something up just to let y’all know I’m still here!
I am still writing. I shifted gears from the manuscript (ms) I’d been working to another brand new one, as I’d previously mentioned. Somewhere. Anyway, this one is science fiction without…really…being science fiction. It is, however, totally speculative fiction. It’s setting is SF…of Humanity rocketing out to the stars because of the usual destroying-the-Earth-kinda-thing. But here is where I get different (as far as I know): I get all philosophical and all. Essentially, it’s a the-more-things-change-the-more-they-stay-the-same.
There. I’ve just told the story, so now I don’t have to keep writing it anymore! Thanks for reading!
It’s to be a series of short stories all revolving around my high-concept, compiled into a novel. I’ve completed the first draft of the first one, and am currently writing the first draft of the second one.
So, there’s that.
The other thing taking up much of my thinking these days are agents and traditional publishing. A very dedicated and appreciative reader of my work, I’ll just call him/her “Sioux” (appropriately ambiguous), and address the pronoun as “s/he,” has taken steps to try to get my work noticed through his connections, which, though strong, have not (so far) panned out, because it was met with the standard “our policy is not to take unsolicited manuscripts–and oh, by the way, does he have an agent?” I was so humbled and impressed by her actions to try to help me out…but I guess I am still kinda mentally exhausted by all of my previous complaints of getting nowhere with my own efforts. He gave me the idea that maybe I should query agents about my already published works, i.e., that I already have a ready made backlist. I know there is a sweet spot where Indies can try to get an agent if their sales aren’t great and agents/publishers can still market their books as “new,” but as I did some more research on this found Jane Friedman’s article on it (a couple of years old) talking about how indies need to have tons of sales.
Pardon me, but fucking really?
So you want to pick up a book that’s already selling and take it over…essentially riding on the coattails of someone else’s success instead of creating your own success?
Well, of course, yeah.
That just took the wind out of my sales…again.
I just do not know what else to do at this point.
For all the contacts I have, I might as well have none. Nothing has panned out for me in the who-you-know department (and I do know people). Nothing has panned out in the have-an-agent department (I had one for five years). Nothing has panned out in the be-all-over-social-media department (because…you know…social media IS the answer to everything). Platform? Oh, and don’t even get me started there. Apparently my platform be the gallows.
What’s feller to do?
Yeah, that’s what I’m doing. I’m still here…still writing. And just trying to enjoy the second-half to my life. Because, you know, life is good. If you ignore the evil shit. Which I’m doing my best to do. I enjoy my writing. I’m not gonna retire on my fiction writing abilities, but my technical writing skills, yeah, that I will retire on. So, really, yeah, I’m already getting well-paid as a writer. So, there’s that, and it ain’t lost on me. And I am happy about that.
It’s the whole fiction-writing conundrum.
I really am coming to terms with all this. I had high hopes…optimism…but life has chosen a different path for me, despite my best efforts—and they were my BEST efforts. And I honestly do not know what else to do to “better?” it? I’m so over pitching myself to everyone as The Same But Different…X Meets Y… and The Only Trouble Is. I’ve been pitching my ass for over 30 years. And, I know…I am just one more cry baby out there with all the other indie cry babies. Crying.
I’m just not the superhero I thought I was…or, more importantly, I thought my work was. I’m just a writer. A guy. Throwing his best words down on paper. That’s all. Like everyone else out there. Because everyone else is writing. Damn, the market is so freaking glutted. So, sure, I’m feeling just a tad discouraged…right now…I’ll get over it. I’m Human. Got feelings. Ups and downs. But, I’m greatly appreciative to Sioux for his/her efforts. Always appreciative for those reading my words.
But…just wanted to let y’all know…I’m still here…these are my thoughts.
And I’m still writing.