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SJW.

Another called me an SJW, which of course stands for ‘Social Justice Warrior’ — a fascinating term that I guess is somehow supposed to be bad? Like, “Ew, social justice is gross, and also being a warrior for social justice, oh, yucky, blergh, fighting for things you believe in is such a jerk move. Trying to make the world a better place for society with justice is pretty weird! I mean, unless you’re one of the Avengers, because they’re great. Especially that hot red-headeded one with the naked pictures on line — did you guys see these?”

*Tasers you*

–Chuck Wendig, Social Justice Warrior.

I think everything you need to know about the sort of people who use the term “social justice warrior” can be encapsulated by the fact they think “social justice warrior” should be an insult.

2014-09-04T21:31:30+10:0026th October, 2014|Tags: chuck wendig, culture|

Depression and the author.

Somewhat heart-wrenching blog post from Chuck Wendig, answering a question from someone who asked whether it was possible to be a “real” writer if her ability to write could be “turned off” by mental illness and medication.

2014-09-02T07:39:09+10:0017th October, 2014|Tags: chuck wendig, writing|

You are you.

You will never get anywhere comparing yourself to others.

It seems useful, at first — they represent a goal you can achieve, and that might work if other writers were a bullseye you could hit, or a percentage you could nail. They’re not. Their work is always outside yours. Their work will always be different, and it will always feel stronger than your own. Someone will always be doing better. Sometimes by millimeters, sometimes by miles. Getting published doesn’t fix that. Publishing ten books doesn’t fix it. Awards don’t fix it. They might pad you a little. They might buffer you — a bulwark against the buffeting winds of wild imperfection. But you will always find your way back to that pit. You will always look in the broken mirror of foul water and see a version of you that fails in comparison to others.

Stand against this feeling.

Remind yourself that you are you and they aren’t.

–Chuck Wendig on being the best you.

2014-09-01T08:15:10+10:0015th October, 2014|Tags: chuck wendig|

$9.99.

An e-book costs nothing to make. But it costs everything to write — a story, after all, always costs yourself, or part of yourself. And an e-book costs a lot to edit. And design. And market. And of course the story must be procured and the author secured and all of these cost dollars and cents, or bitcoins, or dogecoins, or e-chits, or book-ducats. But of course, e-books cost nothing to make.

–Chuck Wendig on the price of ebooks.

An ebook is worth what the market is willing to pay for it. A ebook costs the sum of the advance, plus the time-attributed rate of the editors/designers/publicists who work on it, plus the marketing and publicity budget, plus anything else I’m forgetting.

If the cost of an ebook divided by units sold (or licensed, whatever) is less than the worth, then costs need to be reduced; by slashing advances and marketing budgets, for example.

This isn’t, in the abstract, that difficult. In reality, however…

In reality, I think ebook pricing has become a kind of capitalist is-ought problem. That is, a lot of people (including yours truly) have a lot of views on what the worth of an ebook ought to be, all of which (including yours truly’s) have only tentative links to what the worth of a ebook is.

On the plus side, this is one of those things I can happily leave up to my publisher; if they get it right, hey. Profit. If they don’t? Well… couldn’t be helped, try better next time.

2014-08-20T09:02:46+10:0030th September, 2014|Tags: chuck wendig, ebooks|

Price war.

[If Amazon forces traditional publishers to max out ebook prices at $9.99, self-publishing] will find one of its more notable advantages undercut. When $9.99 is the top cost for trad-pub e-books, you’ll see debuts and unknown authors drift to less than that, and those prices will encroach upon territory presently owned by author-publishers. The prices in self-publishing have been drifting upward. If this window tightens for larger publishers, self-publishers will need to move back downward into some kind of pricing oubliette. So will mid-list authors, debut authors, and unknown authors.

–Chuck Wendig on ebook pricing.

Maybe by the time this post gets off the queue the Amazon-Hachette dispute will be resolved (hah!). Anyway, some thoughts:

  1. It’s generally thought to be in the publisher’s interest to keep ebook and print book prices similar-ish. There’s some debate around this, but it still seems that print is overall more profitable for publishers (and authors) then digital alone. Either way, some of the costs of print are sunk no matter the size of the run, meaning any one printed title needs to sell x amount to make return.1 Digital eating bigger slices of the print pie is a threat to this and, in the long run, it’ll mean getting into print will be harder and harder for anyone other than Big Name Authors.
  2. Amazon has the inverse incentive; for them, ebooks are the sunk cost, with that cost being the development and maintenance of the Kindle platform (hardware and software). For Amazon, all ebook sales take are minuscule amounts of storage and bandwidth, compared to the whole rigmarole of warehousing, packing, and shipping that print books require.
  3. Readers just want cheaper books in general. And perhaps new books by new authors. Maybe. Not so sure about that one sometimes.2
  4. Authors want more money so we can quit our day jobs and write full time.
  5. Traditionally published authors want bigger cuts of digital revenue, it’s true. Some publishers (mostly romance, that I’m aware of) do offer this. It’s also worth pointing out that, when my own publisher tried to offer a different royalty model, they were absolutely excoriated for it by the genre establishment. I still can’t join the SFWA, for example, because Hydra’s 50/50 profit split contract mean it isn’t considered a paying market.3
  6. Self-published authors want… er… Actually I have no idea what the selfpub horse in this race really is, other than maybe making nyaah nyaah nyaah faces at Hachette? It would seem to me that maybe selfpub really shouldn’t want tradpub stepping in on its $2.99-9.99 pricing turf, which of course tradpub already is, ref. not just yours truly but also OP Mr. Wendig’s publisher, Angry Robot. I can’t speak for Wendig, but I know at least seven people other than myself have done work on Liesmith; the editor, the cover artist, the publicist, the marketing lady, the copyeditor, the layout editor, and my agent. Some of those costs are more sunk than others, but it’s not like I was paying for the poster and the vendor booth at SDCC out of my own pocket, either. Point being that, unlike price, these extraneous things are not services most debut selfpubbers can afford. Whether or not they make the book “better” than a self-published title is debatable and something I’ll perhaps leave up to others to decide. But what all that extra money does buy is exposure. Which matters. It’s not everything and it’s not magic, but it does matter.

Tl;dr, it’s in Amazon’s financial interests to shift book buying from physical to digital as much as possible. Readers just want books. And authors just want to get paid.

  1. Digital does as well, of course, but the x can be smaller. Note that’s “can”, not “is in 100% of all cases”. []
  2. I’m as guilty of this as anyone. I’m trying to do better. []
  3. Hydra also offers a “traditional”, 25/75-with-advance contract, which it did arguably just to appease the SFWA. It didn’t work. They’re still blacklisted. []
2017-07-17T11:05:51+10:0014th September, 2014|Tags: amazon, chuck wendig, hachette, publishing, self-publishing|

POD’s War.

Bang. The gun kicks like a scorpion-stung horse. The rifle report ripples across the valley — the sound of a bullet ripping the sky like a piece of paper moments before it unzippers Simon’s robot head, sending up a rain of sparks. Schuster warbles and screams and runs for cover. Even here they can hear its legs clanking.

“The other one’s running,” Dave says.

“That’s all right,” Harry answers. He claps Dave hard on the back. “We’ll get him later. For now, we gotta move down into the canyons. I hear there’s a camp of those Smashwords heretics that needs some education. Now, before we go –” He bows his head in sudden prayer. “May Amazon find us and bless us and keep our royalties high.”

“Ay-men.”

–Chuck Wendig, publishing agnostic.

2014-07-22T13:24:20+10:0027th August, 2014|Tags: chuck wendig, publishing, self-publishing|

Amazon isn’t a publisher (except when it is but that’s different).

[I]t’s also worth considering that Amazon is literally not your publisher. (I mean, they’re mine, but as Skyscape.) Amazon does very little for you except act as a receptacle for your book. Which might be genius. Which might be dogshit. They literally don’t care. It’s a socket and into it you can shove diamonds, candy, cat feces, bezoars, babies, whatever. The reason they don’t take a lot of that coin is because… they don’t do anything for you.

–Chuck Wendig reminds you the reason Amazon pays “publisher-level royalties” to authors is because its “authors” are publishers.

Skyscrape, for what it’s worth, is one of Amazon’s actual publishing imprints. This is not Amazon’s selfpub stuff that anyone can jump on board. Imprints like Thomas & Mercer, Skyscrape, 47North, and so on are exactly as “gatekeeper”-ish as “traditional” Big 5 imprints, which is to say you will need a traditional literary agent to get you through the door… and will sign a traditional contract with traditional royalty payments to boot.

2018-02-08T07:52:38+10:0025th August, 2014|Tags: amazon, chuck wendig, publishing, self-publishing|

They’re more like guidelines, really.

[I]f you are going to break any of these prohibitions, know that they exist for a reason. Defying them is meaningful — an act of rebellion that says two things: one, “I don’t give a shit about your rules,” and two, “I am good enough to step on them and break their little bones.” Your contravention of expectation — your demand to be an exception — has to be one made of great effort and skill. Most prologues? They’re dogshit. That’s why everyone hates them, because people tack them on not because it’s essential to the tale but because they saw some other asshole do it and they thought, “I dunno, it’s a trope?” Like they’re checking a checkbox. People who overuse adverbs are frequently amateurs. People who start with weather do so not because the weather is essential to convey something about the plot, or the setting, or to lend us mood, but rather because the storyteller doesn’t know what the fuck to talk about. “I dunno — uhhh. The sun… is up? But a storm is… coming? Wait, is there supposed to be something relevant here?”

Do not ignore the prohibitions.

–Chuck Wendig on writing “rules”.

I see this a lot with people chafing under the “Hemingway/Stephen King Method”. Y’know, that whole thing about not using adverbs and not using dialogue tags other than “said” and only using short, clear sentences and whatnot, and then some bright spark will run Hemingway through Hemingway, and be all like, “Hah! See! Not even Hemingway follows his own advice therefore it’s totally fine for me to write about my main character screaming prettily in the prologue as she describes herself to herself in the mirror while outside the weather and–“

No. Stop. Just stop. That’s not what “rules” of writing are about. If you’re at that stage–the sneering, I’m-better-than-your-goddamn-rules stage–then I urge you, please. Take a step back. Look around. And breathe.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m a much better writer than I am an artist. I do draw, and when I was a kid I wanted to be an animator (Back In The Day when Disney had a big studio is Sydney). But it’s never something I could pursue professionally now. Why?

Because I got stuck in the “screw your rules!” stage for too long. Fellow artists, you may recognise this stage as the “but it’s my style!” stage.

Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.

And here’s the thing. Because teen!me–hell, even early-twenties!me–was so busy defending “my style” from criticism that she forgot to take a step back and look at what was really going on. And what was really going on, was that I was spending too much time focusing on, well, style when I should’ve been focusing on substance.

Go watch a Disney cartoon sometime. One of the old 2D classics like The Lion King. Pretty stylised, right? I mean, neither lions nor baboons nor warthogs really look like that. But we know what they’re supposed to be. That’s the style.

Now go dig up some of the concept art that went into making that film. Disney sent all its artists to the zoo to sketch lions and lions and more lions for The Lion King. Those animators knew every bone in a lion’s body, every muscle, every way a mane could grow. They spent their ten thousand hours learning lions, and stacked it atop the previous ten thousand hours they’d done learning people and motion and lighting and whatever the hell else. And all that? That’s the substance.

And me, why I’m not an animator? Because I was too busy copying the former without thinking I needed the latter.

It was exacerbated because I’m not a terrible artist, so it was easy to lie to myself and pretend I didn’t need the foundations to build the house. A lot of art teachers over the years tried to push me in the right direction, but that’s something I can only see in retrospect. At the time, I was too busy hiding behind BUT IT’S MY STYLE to listen.

Those teachers knew I was never going to be an artist.

So it is with people who sneer at Writing Advice.

Because, look. I get it. Liesmith has a prologue. There are adverbs a-plenty on every page. As you may have figured out, I have tendencies towards em-dashes and complex sentence structure and stuttering dialogue that drives my editor mad. And once upon a time, in another life, I wrote an entire novel in second-person present tense (intercut with third-person past tense, which honestly probably doesn’t make the 2POV more excusable).

So I get it, I do. For every “rule” there’s a place you want to break it. Because IT’S YOUR STYLE, right?

In my late twenties, I started to buy digital art magazines. Concept art–like for videogames and whatnot–had suddenly become A Big Deal in the previous decade and finally, finally I’d found something that suited MY STYLE; a kind of borderland between the cartoonish and the real. Samwise Dider and Brom and Tony DiTerlizzi writ large. And finally, finally I started learning the craft I’d needed as a kid; bones and muscle, lighting and shadow, colour and composition. Within about twelve months of picking up my first few issues, I was, for the first time in my life, producing works that I was… actually kind of proud of? Even if I could see the flaws.

Actually, yeah; I could see the flaws. Learning to do that was new, too.

I’m still never going to be a Great Artist; I came at it all a bit too late for that. But I’m much better now than I was before, because I started paying attention to the bones of it. To The Rules. And, very slowly, that’s helping me to learn to see the difference between MY STYLE and “no, that’s just fucking bad“.

So, young writers, listen to The Rules. Run your work through Hemingway and pay attention to what it’s telling you. Has it found an adverb? Re-run the sentence without it. It sounds better, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, you can admit that here. It’s just you an me and, trust me, I’ve gone through this too. Because the trick is you don’t really need the adverb; the context lets us know Sarah is huffing frustratedly, we don’t need to repeat that. It’s okay to take it out. You put it in in the first draft because first drafts are rough and you over-write them. I know. Everyone does it (except when we’re under-writing them).

Or maybe you do need the adverb. Maybe there’s no other context to show what you’re trying to tell, and adding it in would just take up precious page space from the stuff that’s actually interesting. That’s fine too; the point is you made that conscious decision, weighed each option and chose the one that worked.

That’s the difference, that’s the foundation and the craft. It’s not easy and, no, you can’t do it by intuition or by feel.

You might fail at it, that’s true. But at least that failure will be conscious.

Learn the craft, and write to it. Write and write and write. Your style, your voice, will come later.

But you still need to foundations to build the house. So start building.

2017-09-05T13:17:39+10:0012th July, 2014|Tags: books, chuck wendig, gonzo author stories, writing|

SFF Centipede.

Fiction, and genre fiction in particular, has a Human Centipede problem, I think. We keep ingesting and regurgitating the same stuff. Tolkien! BARF. Heinlein! BARF. You eat the same, you puke the same, and we call just scoop it up again and put it back on the plate (AND NOW YOU KNOW THE ORIGIN STORY OF TACO BELL). Anything that breaks the cycle is jarring — but, also, necessary. It was interesting that, at the diversity panel in Colorado, the topic of “blind people feeling people’s faces” was brought up (by, if I recall, Jim Hines), and how basically, that’s total bullshit. And yet you see it everywhere, don’t you? Why do we see it everywhere? Because it’s a (false) data point that we keep scooping up and barfing back.

It’s a fly that’s been in the soup so long we think it’s an ingredient, not an invader.

–Chuck Wendig, ruining SFF for you, forever.

2014-07-01T05:09:21+10:001st July, 2014|Tags: books, chuck wendig, culture, pop culture|