So 2012 was pretty darn good, writingly-speaking. I’ve managed to churn out a few more manuscripts and BLACK DOG has been pretty successful so far, and it’s all thanks to you guys–the readers. I hope we have many more adventures together, if only through the shared telepathy of writer and reader.
Just to keep you all up to date, here’s a list of projects coming up this year and next year. I have a ton more that hopefully will fill the next five years or so after that, but those will keep until I have somewhat of a release date.
BLACK DOG: PROPHET IN THE WILDERNESS–The sequel to BLACK DOG: THE LONG DARK ROAD. It’s being edited right now and has tallied-out at a little over four-hundred pages. There’s a few more stories in this volume than the first. The two books were actually one book originally, but that would’ve had the page count at just over eight-hundred pages, so it was deemed necessary to split the book in two. I think the flow from one book to the next is pretty smooth. Since they’re episodic short stories (and as a result, resemble the episodic nature of a TV series), you can read either one on its own, but if you want the full story, it’s better to pick up the first volume. In the second volume, readers will see what happened to Amos to turn him out on the road as a hobo, how he got his special guitar, when he first saw the phantom black dog, and how his road finally ends. Out in April!
NIC ARCHER: ARROWHEAD–The first in a planned ten-book YA/Teen series about a boy who discovers his parents were soldier-agents for A.R.R.O.W.–a clandestine secret army that has been protecting America since before the American Revolution. He also discovers that he was a test subject for the Arrowhead Initiative–a plan to create the perfect agent, one who will spearhead their army in a terrible looming conflict. No one’s asked Nic what he wants, but now that he’s been targeted by SCARAB–A.R.R.O.W.’s ancient nemesis–he may not live to make up his mind! Mid-to-late 2013. (Fingers crossed!)
THE MARK OF CAIN (The Book of Cain–Vol. 1)—The first book in a Civil War supernatural trilogy about Ira Cain, a Confederate cavalry captain who is cursed by an old Haitian slave woman. Cain must not only survive the final year of the Civil War with Hell literally on his trail, but must also wander the Antebellum South, searching for the slave to remove the curse before he is dragged to Hell. The second and third books are called GONE SOUTH and HELL ABORNING, respectively, and will find Cain and a Buffalo Soldier named Deke Sherman searching through the post-war South for the slave woman, dodging bounty hunters, and fighting the forces of Hell itself.
ALONE—A stand-alone post-apocalyptic novel set in rural North Georgia. No zombies, no vampires, but plenty of Man vs. Nature, Man vs. Man, and especially Man vs. Himself. I wanted to do something in the vein of George Stewart’s Earth Abides mixed in with a little Jack London and the Tom Hanks film Castaway. Too many post-apocalyptic novels have a protagonist that’s ex-military/Special Forces/Super-Prepper and is all kitted-out and ready for the downfall of civilization. I wanted to show what a normal, average Joe-Schmoe would do if suddenly pressed to survive. How would he learn to shoot? To hunt? To dress game or make shelter or preserve food and keep a fire going? So the main character is a guy who, like most of us, has become so dependent on the Internet, cell phones, and prepackaged food that he’s at less than Square One when he starts out. I also wanted to explore the effects of being alone on a person (which the protagonist is for most of the book.) What would it do to their mind? Would they crave human companionship or shun it completely? And when other humans do show up in the story, what then? Find out late 2013-early 2014.
If you’ve read BLACK DOG, please take a moment to write a review on Amazon.com, B&N.com, Goodreads.com, FaceBook, and anywhere else you can paint Internet graffiti. Believe it or not, word of mouth still makes the best advertisement!
Thanks again for reading!
Let me get this in the open right from the jump:
I am ALL ABOUT self-publishing. I LOVE self-publishing. I AM self-published—twice.
My name is Matt, and I’m a self-published author. (Hi, Matt…)
Do I think it’s the ONLY way to go?
Is it a VIABLE way?
But—BUT!—not for everybody.
There is a certain stigma about self-publishing, and a lot of you writers out there know what I mean. You may be a writer who’s doing their due diligence, (i.e. riding herd on yourself, keeping your butt in the chair, and putting out the best quality work possible by making sure the manuscript itself DOESN’T SUCK a turd-flavored lollipop), and still you get patronizing comments (Oh, self-published? Well, that’s all right.” Unspoken comment: “You’ll get there one day.”) Or you answer the question “Who’s your publisher?” with “You’re lookin’ at him,” and the person winces like they just gulped a 44-ounce Thirstbuster of curdled milk, sets your book back down like it’s a two-headed, napalm-spitting spider, and slowly backs away, whispering “Don’t touch me…!”
(Actually, a two-headed napalm-spitting spider sounds pretty cool.) *jots down for future reference*
Hyperbole? Maybe, but both of the above have happened to me, and I’m betting some of you other due-diligence pen-jockeys have had similar experiences.
And before we feel high and mighty in our super-scribedom, there is a definite reason for this preconceived notion:
It is insanely easy to self-publish these days. Anyone can regurgitate onto the page and upload their vomit to Amazon, B&N.com, or any number of internet venues and charge whatever they want.
Within the open-ended system of Amazon’s Create Space and the eBook off-ramp of soiled baby diapers in the guise of “novels,” there is absolutely no system of checks and balances. There could (and probably should) be some sort of filter through which Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and every other self and eBook publisher runs the steady stream of bilge-water that passes for “published” work. And I’m talking about just the basics—grammar, spelling, punctuation.
After that, the Sargasso Sea of shitty book covers needs to be addressed—by which I mean taken out back and shot. You! Yeah, you–the one who is so in love with Papyrus and Comic Sans? The one who can’t create a relevant title to said book? the one who thinks Photoshop covers a multitude of sins? Hire a cover artist/designer and at least make it look like you care about putting out a professional product. That whole don’t judge a book by its cover thing? Crap and double-crap. If your cover is half-assed, mediocre, or downright awful, and your title is incomprehensible or just plain nonsensical, guess what? I’m thinking the inside is the EXACT. SAME. WAY. I worked for two major bookstores as a Receiving Manager for 10+ years, and let me tell you: we knew when a self-pub came down the pike. You could take one look and tell.
So that’s one-half of the key to self-publishing (or hell, any venture in life): Put your best foot forward; first impressions matter. Even if you clean up your Comic Sans funk later on, the stink will never wash off in the minds of prospective readers, and they are the ones for which your book (and consequently you) should smell like a Yankee Candle factory. Otherwise, readers will associate you with the endless morass of warm garbage that already exists out there and it’ll be over before it starts.
The other half, again, is you actually writing something that doesn’t suck.
Yeah, I know, right? Pretty simple, yeah? You wouldn’t think so, browsing through Amazon. A few tips:
1.) Develop a good story idea: This doesn’t mean writing your Star Wars/Strawberry Shortcake erotic fan-fiction, either; it means you need to develop a strong idea that can be built upon. Influence is fine, but know where to draw the line. Even if you change the names, we can still tell that Boba Fett and Peach Blossom are getting it on, while a sexually exploited Blueberry Muffin in a slave girl outfit takes out her bottled-up rage on Jabba the Hutt during a private dance session, and meanwhile on Bespin, Lobot has come out to Lando, expressed his long-repressed feelings for him, while also admitting to an affair with Huckleberry Pie during the last podraces on Tatooine…
…not that I gave that much thought, or even wrote a six-book series, available individually or as a bundle on Amazon, under the pen name “Wedge Antitties.”
2.) Know your craft: A buzz word a few years back that really dragged a cheese-grater over my scrotum was “artisan.” Suddenly, every fast-food joint in the nation was sporting “artisan” bread. There were artisan knives, cakes, houses, yachts, bongs, Nikes, water…you get it. Supposedly the term lent greater value to the products and let their purveyors charge more for them. Personally, I had artisan underwear and they hugged me like they were painted on, brother—wait.
Did I say that out loud?
Anyway, artisan actually means a craftsman—someone who knows their shizzle about their shizzle. A craftsman is someone who others come to because he can do a particular thing like no one else. (At one point in my life, that thing was breakdancing; now, it’s pencil-fighting.) People know they can get a quality product from this guy or gal, and will pay for the privilege of having it. That’s what you should strive to be as a writer—what we all should strive to be. People should see your name in the Kindle Shop or on a bookstore shelf and practically wet themselves getting to the Buy Now button or front counter. You should strive to produce work that makes people get that “have to go to the bathroom from excitement” feeling, not the “can’t make it to the bathroom fast enough to paint the toilet with my lunch” feeling.
3.) EDIT YOUR CRAP! EDIT YOUR CRAP! EDIT YOUR CRAP! : Speaks for itself. Edit the work. Read it out loud. See how good or craptastic it sounds, then edit it again. Rinse and repeat. Still concerned? Hire an editor (Psst! It’s what they do.) They can either revamp your existing work, or tell you why it’s awful. Either way, the feedback you’ll get is absolutely valuable. In some ways, editing is my favorite part of the writing process. If the actual composition is the hammer beating out the manuscript, then editing is the scalpel, slicing away the cancerous parts until the story is healthy and whole. EDIT. YOUR. CRAP.
4.) Get a test reader. Or eight. It can be your wife, husband, girl/boyfriend, sure. Most writers start with these, but move out of your comfort zone—of course Granny’s gonna think her Wittle Pumpkin’s story is the best thing since bunion cream. (And let’s be honest, has there really been anything that good?) Go out. Leave your PC, typewriter, chalkboard, human skin and bone pen, and get out there and meet people. Coworkers, writers’ groups ( a post about these guys later), friends, friends of friends, hobos under freeway bypasses, whoever. Just let it fly out to readers and get the honest feedback you desperately need, not the ego-stroking you desperately want.
5.) Do everything in your power to NOT make your book look self-published. Editing. A strong, awesome cover. Good back copy that reads like a hook from a movie trailer. A barcode and ISBN (both of which can be bought individually or are already included in Create Space’s publishing options.) A formatted interior, preferably an existing template. Break your back to make your book look like one that’s already on the shelves professionally. To paraphrase Crash Davis’s advice to Nuke LaLoosh in Bull Durham: “Your manuscript has multiple errors. You’ll never make it to the bigs with errors on your manuscript. Think classy, you’ll be classy. If you sell a million books, you can let the errors stay and the press’ll think you’re colorful. Until you sell a million, however, it means you’re a slob.”
This all sounds mean, I know, and I’m not trying to discourage people from writing—just from writing crap. When you upload and/or publish your serial killer unicorn-urban fantasy-epic-cop drama and it looks like something that bubbled back up the garbage disposal, you RUIN it for the rest of us who are trying to produce quality work. That stigma I mentioned earlier? It’s because of the lack of quality-control on the writer’s part, first and foremost. How could anyone want to hang anything less than their best out there for the world to swing at like a piñata?
And, as I said, the venues are equally responsible. Amazon, B&N, and all the rest are throwing a house party for crappy books, no cover for the ladies, and not even bothering to card anyone at the door. They need a filter—some sort of literary three-headed Cerberus at the gate to drag the shitty books down to Bad Book Hades—but that won’t ever happen; there’s no money in it for them. We, as writers and readers, have to demand more of ourselves and the writing community; we have to police ourselves. What do you think? Your responses, rebuttals, and experiences—forthwith!
And seriously—quit with the Papyrus and Comic Sans, okay?
May I introduce you to Times New Roman and Garamond?
Yeah—I’ll just let you guys talk.
Actually, I finished the entry for the contest on Saturday and emailed it all in the same day. I think the rules stated only Finalists would get phone calls, but after that only the winner gets a call with the good news.
That good news: a publishing contract, a $500 advance, a $500 Amazon.com gift card, plus the fact that your name will be on a popular series’ book that YOU wrote. A nice feather in your cap, indeed.
I’m pretty confident about the outline and first chapter I turned in. Even if it doesn’t win, I think it’ll get some hard looks. Can’t really talk too much about the plot yet, not until after the contest, but it was a pretty original take on THE DEAD MAN, while keeping true to the mythology of the series.
Keep ’em crossed for me!
Just finished registering for Space City Con in August. It’ll be the 10th, 11th, and 12th.
Come out and get a copy of BLACK DOG!
Well, not the end-end; just the end of a long, dark road of formatting, resizing, reshaping (most of which was done by a couple of artist types, so what am I complaining about, I know) to midwife the print version of BLACK DOG into the world.
It was sort of like a father’s role in childbirth–he’s done all he can do and he’s got to leave his unborn kid in the hands of almost total strangers and his wife. While all the moans and screams are floating out of the delivery room, all he can do is pace, sweat, and chew his fingernails to paste, hoping everything is going to turn out all right. Dude can’t even smoke in there anymore!
Okay, I digress, but the digression is true; once I’d finished proofing the text there was nothing to do but wait, watch, and worry–just like Frank Black in Millennium. (And I had about as many creases in my forehead and face as he did, too.)
But, aside from the angst of getting a box or two of them here in time for Comicpalooza on the 26th, I am really pleased with the outcome. CreateSpace is definitely the way to go for self-publishing. It’s actually a very real publishing house set up by Amazon where you can do it all yourself (free) or get their pros to help with everything from cover design to editing (costs you money, and plenty of it).
So if you want a copy, it’s there on Amazon. It’s also available in Barnes & Noble, Borders (if they’re still around anywhere), any major chain bookstore, and at your local public library (please don’t forget about libraries, guys; patronize them when you can.) You’ll need the ISBN to order at first probably, because bookstores and libraries can take about six to eight weeks to update their search engines.
Please re-post this; I really appreciate the reposting and word-of-mouth, guys.
Thanks to everyone that had a hand in gettin’ this bébé into the world.
She was a biggun.
Well, the site is finally up and running, thanks to some help from Mike Torrance, and I’m ready to hit the ground running.
The site is basically a showcase for my writing. From time to time, I’ll be posting my progress on works in, well, progress, as well as putting up new short stories and excerpts from new works about to hit print.
Stop by and check us out, and feel free to subscribe to the email list, and also to comment on anything you find here. The horrid comments will be deleted and the nice comments will be sent the Little Debbie snack cake of their choice.
Who says bribes don’t work?