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AMY SMITH LINTON
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She Taught Me Everything

 Wrote it. Now for the next part. 

Going On and On to Market

5/23/2025

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The colossal effort continues to surprise me. I'm not complaining, mind you, this IS a lifelong dream. Yet.
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Writing a novel is hard.
Making it as good as you can make it, also not easy.
Transforming a .doc file to a pretty object to hold in the hand— exquisitely tough. 
Helping the book get to readers: off the charts difficult.
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It's a mountain range of data to climb to understand even a little about how to market and promote a book these days.  Amazon reviews! NetGalley reviews! TikTok! Amazon ads! Blogs! Goodreads reviews! Vlogs! Contests! Pinterest! Reddit! Bookbub promotions! Newsletters! In-person events! Print publications! Instagram! Kobo promotions!
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All to the good in my ongoing quest to blaze new neurological pathways, but also, just—Wow. It's a lot.

Wouldn't it be cool if I could describe a coherent, clever strategy I used? Alas, my marketing efforts have been a bit of mad scramble, learning on the fly at the last possible moment.

I started from what I knew: Press releases and e-mails went to my local news outlets and business contacts: an old-school strategy that was frankly useless.

Book reviews used to be the way the word was spread: you'd hear about a book in The New York Times, or your local newspaper, magazines, or on television. Alas, without the backing of a traditional publishing company, none of these traditional media outlets gives non-traditionally published books the time of day.  

​I mean, honestly, even my alumni magazine disses self-published works. 
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Luckily, as the landscape has changed (how many of us subscribes to a local newspaper?!), on-line reviews from peers have become increasingly valuable. Which is why I have and continue to ask (politely but incessantly!) for readers to leave a review, even if they didn't love the book. Reviews on Amazon, StoryGraph, iTunes, Goodreads, are at the core of my advertising. 

On the advice of some YouTube experts, I contacted on-line book bloggers and interviewers and made headway with a couple of mentions/interviews. Results (ie, sales and other actual metrics) were inconclusive, though each mention contributes to the book's online bona fides. Which is ultimately worth SOMEthing.
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I visited many local bookstores with books in hand, which was gratifying when it works. And rather deflating when it didn't. I really want to support my independent bookstores, yet some were mystifyingly aloof and unfriendly.  Poor things: they don't know what they're missing.

To focus on the joy: I love my local Barnes&Noble, I adore The Little Bookstore of Clayton, I am smitten by The Gilded Page in Tarpon Springs, I treasure Book+Bottle in St. Petersburg.  Angels and saints walk among us, many sporting tats and selling books. I am grateful, and they get my business when I am buying.
A foray onto TikTok connected me to some really fascinating peers and helped me overcome what little self-consciousness I had been carrying. I do in fact look and sound like that these days. Woosh! 

More importantly for the book marketing efforts, TikTok has made me a more cautious consumer of online opinion.  There are hundreds of earnest book lovers talking about books they love and hate; there are hundreds more who look as if they have passionate opinions but who are side-hustling as advertising shills. It's a performative world out there.

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Other things I've learned from YouTube and the generosity of other writers: a person can leverage content.  This sounds jargonish, but in plain language, this means recycling.

For instance, a blog I wrote ten or 13 years ago (omg!) can be polished and posted on Substack. Bookish content I filmed for TikTok last year can be reposted on Pinterest and YouTube.  

Over and over and over. 
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When I worked in adult learning, one of the designers had a poster that consisted of 99 thumbnail photos of a person saying "Sit," to the dog standing at her feet, along with a final tiny picture of the dog sitting, and the person saying, "Good dog."
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"I am more than that one silly trick."

Granted, that message was a bit toxic and reductive, but also, it was not wrong.  

​So I'll be over here continuing to natter on and on about 
She Taught Me Everything and the second (ooh! I know what the name's gonna be!) novel.  

Perhaps, I can imagine certain old friends pointing out, I'll natter on and on because I do, yeah yeah, but also because like that 100th tiny photo, Good dog! 
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Points of View

4/27/2025

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Some working perspective from inside the latest novel.
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As a writer, I discover that I must reinvent the wheel with each book. Today's wheel: whose story IS it?! 

Skip this part if you know all about POV.

When telling a story, there are a variety of points of view (POV) to pick to make the story do what you want.  For instance, you can tell it in first person ("I woke with a freaky sensation"), second person ("So you wake up and you find things have changed.") or third person ("As Gregor Sampsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams.").

Franz Kafka selected third person, and then, rather than going with an omniscient third-person, he uses a close third-person, mostly limiting the story to what Gregor sees and feels after his transformation into an insect (naturally you recognized this masterpiece as the opening to The Metamorphosis!).

Had he picked omniscient third, the narrator of the story (who is, by the magic of story-telling, not quite the author) would have known everything about each character. But there's genius for you: Kafka picked a POV where Gregor Sampsa's slightly horrifying, surreal experience becomes more and more bizarre because we readers can only eavesdrop on Gregor himself.
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All of which to sidle up to that wheel that needs reinventing.
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As alert readers know, I've been working on novel #2 for a year. Maybe 18 months. Whatevs.  "Which will be ready when it's ready," as Killick has been known to snarl.

ANYway, part of the challenge for me has been that this novel, about true love and a curse, is set in a fairy-tale world, which would point toward an old-fashioned omniscient POV.  (Think The Princess Bride.)

But as it turns out, these characters seem to have complicated interior lives, and the novel's themes would seem to be better served by a close third-person narration.
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One of my writing heroes, Kate Atkinson, does this thing with close third/stream of consciousness narrative that absolutely slays: she'll change the very close focus from one character to another WITHOUT losing the reader or making it weird. In general, she goes a chapter at a time with one character then another in a next chapter, which gives the reader time to adjust our bustle, as it were.

Oh, Kate Atkinson, you rockstar. Her debut novel, Behind the Scenes at the Museum, was told in first-person, but with an unexpected and engaging omniscience. She won the Whitbread (now Booker) because of it, I think.

​Here's the opening line: "I exist! I am conceived to the chimes of midnight on the clock on the mantelpiece in the room across the hall." 
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But I digress.

I am not a master at this. For She Taught Me Everything, I used a straightforward first-person POV so that readers are 100% with the main character as she tries to figure things out.

WIth this current book, I wrestle with the focus. It's a story about two kids in love and it's also about their whole village. How can I be sure that the reader knows who's the focus?  (Which presupposes that I myself get whose POV would be most useful at any given time. QED)

In revision, where I am right now, I want to be sure everything points back to the best POV person to tell any particular part of the story.


This means both large and tiny changes.  For instance in this exchange between Auda and her father, I want to highlight Auda's viewpoint. ​
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Instead of referring to  "his shoulders," she notices "her father's shoulders." Not sure this tiny connection between them is earth-shaking, but I think it adds up.
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And then, to make sure the reader understands the mix of feelings and impulses that Auda feels (affection and responsibility), I've expanded on her sense of guilt and presented some physical evidence of how she's managing her emotions.
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All this attention for a wee bitty scene in a made-up story: one might ask, without irony, why?  

I know, believe me, I know. I ask myself this existential question on the regular. Why am I doing this? 

The short answer: because otherwise these people and their little troubles just rattle around in my beezer, firmly requesting my attention when I have a minute, please, hey you, how does it all turn out?  I haven't the willpower, honestly, to ignore them.

And besides, it might be fun for someone else to hear.
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Thanks, readers, for sticking with me.

​Wish the story luck, for it's going back to the editor this week! 
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HOPPING mad

3/24/2025

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A writing colleague posted on social media that The Atlantic Monthly had done an in-depth story about Meta illegally uploading thousands of copyrighted works into their new Artificial Intelligence project, Llama.

The Atlantic Monthly very kindly left their searchable database outside the site's paywall, meaning that non-subscribers can check listings.

So I did.
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And poof! just like that, I am now part of a class-action suit against Meta.

But why?  It's a little complicated, but first an overview of copyright.  ©
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​Copyright, as we have defined it since the 1970's, is the innate right of any creator to control what happens with their creation (book, song, drawing, movie, sculpture, all the cool stuff) for the lifetime of the creator plus 70 years.  

The idea being that if you've gone to the effort to make something, you should be able to profit from and control (to some extent) what happens to it for long enough for you and your heirs to benefit.  

Which is why, if someone wants to make a movie of your novel, they need to obtain the movie rights from you.  You can make a deal or not make one, depending if you like the cut of their jib.


Or for example, the fellas in Aerosmith can say no (or send a cease-and-desist) to some rando using "Walk This Way" at a racist pep rally.  If those jerks want a rally-song today, they should turn to something older, like, say, 1923's "Yes We Have No Bananas" by Forman and Nash, or better yet, find a likeminded collaborator and compensate the artist for the use of the work.
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​There are a few exceptions to copyright, but they are small and specific: anyone can quote a small part of of copyrighted work, for instance, for the purposes of review or scholarship. 

We all use copyrighted material, assuming we read books, buy artwork, listen to modern performances of music, watch K-drama, etc., etc. And we mostly pay fair value for the pleasure: buying a copy of a book, paying taxes that support libraries, purchasing an entry ticket, keeping up on subscription fees, or even renting our ears and eyes to advertisers by the 15-second-increment.

The wicket grows sticky almost instantly when the user of the copyrighted material puts that original work to use for gain.  Like when Vanilla Ice five-finger-discounted the "Under Pressure" rift from Queen and David Bowie for "Ice Ice Baby." ​
Vanilla Ice, bless his goofy heart, ended up having to apologize, give credit to David Bowie and Queen, and pay for the use of the riff, btw.  See also "cautionary tale."

And that's copyright generally sorted. Now the Artificial Intelligence (AI) kerfuffle.

Say Jane Doe, avid reader and would-be novelist, buys a copy of Novel X and reads it, later crediting the influence of that novel in her own success as a novelist. How is that different from Llama AI gobbling Novel X up in an effort to learn how to write and speak? ​
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Such a good question. I have opinions!

To start with, what would AI be doing with Novel X anyhow? Overly simple explanation: the way that these AIs like ChatGPT, Llama, and even Grammarly learn language is through examples. Give it Shakespeare, and you get Shakespearean English. Which is not helpful when you want to make your hastily written e-mail sound more businesslike. Alack! A pox on your deadline, sir!

So in order to be really useful, AIs need an ocean of source material. Like, say, a library.  Only thing is: copyright.  ©

To get hold of Novel X, someone somewhere somehow in the AI world has to upload (which is to say made an electronic copy) the work. 


For instance, an impatient fan got the clever idea of having ChatGPT finish the last book in the Game of Thrones series in author George RR Martin's style. Except of course, George RR Martin holds the copyright to those books, and he never gave permission for the series to be electronically copied to ChatGPT.

​Cue the lawsuits.  
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From "Mother Goose's Melodies" Copyright 1833.
So, back to Meta, Llama, and my very own brainchild novel, and why I am so dag-nabbed angry I have moved beyond actual swearwords.

And it's not because I am concerned that someone will have ChatGPT write a fan-fiction of my novel. No, it's the unseemly and unscrupulous uses of my work that bug the stuffing out of me.
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First, according to the research done by The Atlantic, it looks like Meta lifted literal millions of books from a pirate site.  Let that sink in: instead of paying me the paltry $7.99 for an e-book, the scamps at Meta likely went to the black market.  For shame!

A company posting 1.64 BILLION dollars a year in revenue didn't even pay market value for source material? 

Second, they seem to have scrubbed the copyright notice (that page in the front that says where and when a work is published and also, not-so-ironically, who is the actual owner of the copyright) from these works.  Which speaks to willful decisions being made—and an actual understanding that what they were doing was in violation of copyright law. ©
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Third, and I suspect this will be the sticking point legally, Llama AI is not a human, working on creating an original work of her own; it's a for-profit business product that stands to make bajillions of dollars for Meta as well as for users of Llama, a list that currently includes Google, Goldman Sachs, etc etc. More than 170 million downloads, according to Meta's own website.  

Bajillions of dollars, let me reiterate, off the backs of many, many writers like me.

And what do we get?
Zip, and absolutely no creative control when someone wants to imitate us. A bad actor could easily say anything in imitation of my narrator's voice.  Like, "Hey Google, write me a 30-second TV advertisement script in the tone of Margaret Atwood's The Testament for a new non-hormonal drug regimen for ED."

Which is horrifying and exactly the opposite of creative control. ​​
The situation feels very genie-out-of-bottle-ish: it's not like Llama AI can magically and easily excise the stolen property it may be made of (can it?), but I sincerely doubt anyone is going to throw the project out.  

So, like so many thing, the issue goes to the courts to decide how/if to settle writers' complaints. And meanwhile, the situation extends beyond the US. Writers in France just filed a lawsuit, and I suspect it's going to avalanche from there. ©
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REFERENCES
https://routenote.com/blog/all-the-songs-now-in-the-public-domain-2024/

https://www.copyright.gov/what-is-copyright/

https://abounaja.com/blog/copyright-infringement-cases
https://www.txpatentattorney.com/blog/common-copyright-violations-you-probably-commit/

https://www.socialmediatoday.com/news/meta-court-trial-over-use-of-copyright-material-ai/741985/

https://authorsguild.org/news/meta-libgen-ai-training-book-heist-what-authors-need-to-know/

https://techcrunch.com/2025/03/21/meta-has-revenue-sharing-agreements-with-llama-ai-model-hosts-filing-reveals/

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https://www.statista.com/statistics/277229/facebooks-annual-revenue-and-net-income/

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https://about.fb.com/news/2024/05/how-companies-are-using-meta-llama/

https://originality.ai/blog/how-do-ai-writers-work#:~:text=Essentially%2C%20an%20AI%20content%20generator,content%20that%20matches%20the%20prompt.

https://www.reddit.com/r/technicalwriting/comments/1ddr4tz/tech_writers_how_do_you_use_ai/

https://wjlta.com/2024/03/05/plot-twist-understanding-the-authors-guild-v-openai-inc-complaint/

https://screenrant.com/game-thrones-books-ai-completed-removed-lawsuit/
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A Deal!

3/10/2025

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Kobo is Toronto-based alternative to Amazon's Kindle. The company has its own e-reader devices, its own catalog of books, and phone and desktop apps—it boasts 30 million users and a global reach.  You can use Overdrive and Libby to access library books on your Kobo device. 

I'm not trying to sell it, but it has an appeal. 

And, after So. Many. Tries. there's a Kobo book deal on She Taught Me Everything. Whooot whoot!

Kobo users will get 30% off the cover price for the next couple of weeks. It's advertised by newsletter and on the site's "deals page."

If you're curious for details, I give up something like 45% of my royalties during this time in exchange for Kobo promoting the title to readers who might like it.  
 

My marketing efforts, admittedly, lack an overarching logical framework. There's a lot of seat-of-the-pants, learn-as-I-go, last-minute efforts to figure how this or that works. All to the new neurological pathways good, right?
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In any case, I have been trying for a Kobo deal from the beginning.

Which has meant every couple of weeks, I visit my author page on Kobo and apply for a deal. After the rejection shows up in my e-mail, I wander back and apply some more.  

​It's a mild exercise; my expectations are low and their rejections are gentle.
Kobo has not been a huge seller of the book (Amazon has the numbers), but it continues to find new readers there and I do have reviews on the site (a key element to sell any book is proof that the book exists!).

I did put together a couple of videos for the various social media (O TikTok! O Insty! Hello Facebook!), but If my strategy were a bit more organized, I'd stack promotions on this Kobo deal.  Alas, I have been wrestling with novel 2 and my ducks are not in a row. They are flapping and quacking like mad, honestly.

But I do salute and celebrate this victory. Thanks Kobo!
Kobo user? I want to know about it — drop me a line in the comments.
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Festival Hangover

2/5/2025

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Interior by Escher much?
It's not like going to Suwannee or Coachella, but there is a definite sense of "morning after" with a book festival. 

Bookish festivals are less Bacchanalia, more tea-party, in my experience. Rarely do we experiment with questionable dance moves or off-script substances. Communal toilets, however, are common to both. 
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Oh, did I guzzle a big honking glass of wine at the end of the day? Yes, but I wasn't hung over that way.

Did I get dehydrated in the interest of reducing trips to the ladies'? I did. It was a choice.

Was it either freezing cold or slightly sweaty at all times? Indeed it was, and I should have worn my wool skirt with the deep pockets and the flannel petticoat, because I—a volcano under most circumstances—was on the edge of shivering all day. ​
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None of this physical fiddle-faddle plays into it. What gives me the morning-after feels is the overload of stories. So. Many. Stories.  

Get us together and writers know how writers are; we're all playing with paper dolls in our rooms. So even the shy ones are willing to talk about why they write what they write, confident that ain't nobody gonna cast stones in this big glass house.

At the mixer before the event, I consider the crowd and think: it's almost as if the authors themselves fall into genres: The ones who do it for the children in their circle, the ones who want to share their history, the ones who want to shoehorn their lifetime's expertise into the setting of a cozy mystery. ​
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Putting aside for a moment what drives them, I should be ashamed to admit how the optics play out for me: the man straight out of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, a rheumy eye affixed upon the hapless wedding guest.  I couldn't keep looking away from that tiny masked lady who wore enough purple marabou to render her into a child-sized, dyed Easter chick.

Truly, it's my failure getting stuck on appearances. I might have learned their stories rather than allowing them to write themselves in my imagination. That's on me.
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But the stories I did not (could not?) make up: The generous sci-fi author who asked gently if I wanted feedback on my website. Bless him for actually looking at it! And he was right: it needed a stronger focus on the book itself rather than on chatty old me. Alert readers will spot the new section "Reviews and Awards" on the landing page.

The children snubbed up like a boat under tow to a parental flank, being hustled past my spot, their gazes pulled like magnets to the bowl of Smarties next to my Venmo sign. 
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The surprising number of people determined NOT to look at anything as they attempted to move along the center of the narrow aisles. Nope, not even their screens. Just eyes forward and feet moving, as if they were in a bad neighborhood at night.

The weekend's highlight? Well, after seeing the sweet faces of some Tampa friends, it would be...

That reader with the expensive hair and a fluffy dog under her arm who spoke with the dizzying frankness of someone who has been drunk for a very long time: "Where are the vampire books? Seriously! Where?"

They weren't, she assured me, in Sci-Fi or Fantasy.
"Did you check the romance area?" I offered.
She hooted in derision. I kid you not even a little bit. The fluffy dog did not react to the hooting. It might have been stuffed.
There ensued a longish, loopy discussion of Dracula, Renfield, and something about Stoker being her celebrity crush. As she meandered off, she said, "Can you tell I was an English teacher?" 
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I worked as a meeting-planner for a bit. IYKYK.
I actually love stuff like that: I mean not much weirder, but that weird was perfect.

Especially since I was sitting under a cloud this year. My near neighbors each had a beef about something. One griped about the day, the table, the event, the lack of customers. And so forth. Another muttered darkly about which passers-by needed to get on Ozempic. Et cetera. Et cetera.

​A Pollyanna, golden-retriever-at-heart, glass-half-full person had her work cut out keeping upbeat.
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The first sale of the day—thanks, Heather!
As a pre-tween, I was pressed into use as a tiny servitor at my grandparents' cocktail parties. I think most of the cousins were. I'm grateful, decade after decade, to have had this early job. It was useful not only in teaching me that gimlets* aren't the same as martinis, but also at fostering a layer of social callus. 

*Ask me how long it took for me to differentiate between "gimlets" and "giblets." Stir "gauntlet" and "gibbet" into that confusing mix as well. 

To earn Mimi and Bompa's approval as a waist-high moppet, one had to go ahead and give up the idea of being timid. It meant asking random adults the obvious question about what they wanted to drink, and then listening to what else they say. If they said something incomprehensible or uncomfortable, deflect and move along. ​
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We were trying to make this look like a normal customer-booth experience. Sigh.
Or in the case of this book festival weekend—being tethered to the table under a cirrus-puff of grievances—deflect and attempt to chat up any readers within reach. It made for a loooong day.  

On the plus side, I got to ramble in Payne's Prairie a bit on the way up, share meals with a couple of button-bright youngsters of my acquaintance, and visit two very nice bookstores in Gainesville.

​Aw, that glass is lovely! And it's nearly half full!
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Note the "Privacy Please" magnet. Dude, how tall do you imagine the housekeeping staff to be?
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In the Wild

1/13/2025

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As with birdwatching, so it is with authors.  Oh, I've seen Stephen King stepping into his big black SUV at the Publix, but most writers are drab birds, well camouflaged and not terribly showy in the wild. 

Until they gather in flocks. ​
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When USF used to host the Suncoast Writers Conference, it was a bit of amusement for my sister and me to play "Spot the Oddity."

For instance, the guy in the brown wool cloak and Gandalf staff? On a hot Florida afternoon, btw. Def a fantasy novelist.
10 points to Gryffindor!

Oh, and that lady with the Crocodile Dundee hat who thrust a photo at Connie May Fowler in the signing line. Connie May, a charming and delicate woman, looking up at the Dundeehatter with a look of horror. "It's the trailer park where you grew up!" the woman said. Then she added, in case we had doubts, "I'm a writer too!"

I went to a reading in maybe 2013 where the poet—lovely writing, by the way—was sporting a leather jacket and lace spats (like Madonna circa "Lucky Star"), but NOT ironically...  We listen, and we DON——oh, I do so judge.

Mostly, even as I judge, I'm curious about why. Perhaps the choice is driven by the panicked thought of so many watching eyes, when many writers spend their days deep, deep within the safe snail-shell of their skulls.  
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​To be fair, I'm also living pretty deep in my own brain. Maybe the eccentricities of dress that strike me as an audience member are not as uncommon as I imagine.

Perhaps these sartorial options are simply outside of my own area of observation. (Parallel to my favorite rock radio tagline, "WROK, If we're TOO loud, you're TOO OLD!")

​I mean, I built several circa 1910 walking skirts, which I wear, so who am I to judge?

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And as I prepare to venture to the annual bird feeder, I mean book festival, I'm giving my closet the side-eye.
​What to wear, what to wear...   
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PS: If you're in Gainesville, swing by the Sunshine State Book Festival. It's excellent people-watching. I'll be there, trying to sell some books and meet up with my flock.  

​https://guides.fscj.edu/writers/ConnieMayFowler
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https://writersalliance.org/event/2025-sunshine-state-book-festival/

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Desk Talk: Tools

12/15/2024

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It's quite possible to use a pencil and a pack of cocktail napkins to write a novel. Allen Ginsberg famously used toilet paper when writing "Poem from Jail." 

Bruce Chatwin is a Moleskine notebook fancier, while William Carlos Williams used the backs of envelopes. (Don't get me started on WCW and his poems. Not a fan.)

Between interruptions, Jane Austen filled thin cream paper to the edges using a quill pen and oak-gall ink. Marilynne Robinson's first drafts are in ball-point in college-ruled spiral notebooks. 

Not putting myself into that elevated league, but I prefer the smooth slide of graphite across paper when emptying my bony cauldron of thoughts.
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When it comes time to organize these pencilings, I use my laptop and Scrivener, a word-processing/organizational software that has a bunch of helpful tricks not available to cocktail napkins.  

With Scrivener, ​I can make chapters and then shuffle them around without the sort of cut-and-paste formatting consequence that can drive a person to drink.
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Scrivener gives me a list of chapters so I can navigate quickly—plus it builds in handy spots to stow research and background material.  I'll pop an interesting phrase or scene into "Extra words," or take notes on a character in the section "Characters,"  or add a cool website to Notes.

Scrivener also composes a de facto outline of the story as it gets written, which can prove handy if—ahem—a person neither plans nor outlines her story ahead of time.  

Of course I could make a nested folder of Word files.
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I could also improvise finger-paint in the style of the Marquis de Sade. ​

But the lingua franca for the industry, and what my editor uses is Microsoft Word.  

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So the time comes when one must bid a fond adieu to clever and kindly Scrivener. Instead, I wince under the brutal overhead light of Word.  A software that does count up my words on this project, along with offering the odd bone-headed grammar suggestion and—IRONY!—refusing to accept the existence of new words.

Sidebar: Even now, in 2024, editing and proofreading seem to come easier for me on paper: not for the use of a colorful pen and the elegant symbols of the copyeditor, there's science that suggests we slow down and read more carefully when it's on paper.  Which tracks for me.
Science behind the paper v. screen rivalry
https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7510370/

​This study on the same topic has some flaws, and is focused on non-fiction and study, but it's interesting:
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S1747938X18300101?via%3Dihub
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And yes, for those of you dear readers following along: a morning spent on Pass-A-Grille—that generational home-beach— brought the name for this second book a little bit closer.  

I circle it like a moth hoping to touch flame.

​That faint tang of singed Lepidoptera? Impending good news. 
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Desk Talk: Pretty Pictures

11/17/2024

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I'm both wracked with doubt about the current project and also passionately loving it, which seems to be the writerly condition in a nutshell.

​That cognitive dissonance of huge self-confidence (
it's brilliant! I really got it this time!) pairs well with a deep, DEEP anxiety about how the project will appear to other people (ain't nobody, no how, no where, EVER gonna like this steaming hot mess I have created).

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But, as with so many worries in this world, one must look away from the void and carry on. So while the project is getting edited (squeee! it's with the editor!), it's time to move on to book design.

This is a fairy-tale inspired short novel. Think The Last Unicorn, Greenwillow, The Princess Bride, Thomas the Rhymer by Ellen Kushner. All of which one can judge by the cover...

On She Taught Me Everything, I calibrated the book interior design from the cover. I commissioned an artist to make the cover and then coordinated the font and spacing to that and the general literary genre.  As someone described the job of book design, "You want your book to stand out, but not too much."

Overall, I want this new creation to feel pretty—bougie even—intriguing, consciously a touch old-fashioned. I do NOT want readers to expect a spicy-romantasy (be still my beating loins!), even though it's about true love. 

Look how a font sets the stage, even with place-holder Latin instead of content for the chapter:
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That first, swirly font tells me to expect either a breezy self-help book or, possibly, a romance set in some retail world. So no.

And the second, hmmm, maybe a gritty speculative fiction? Something urban? Also no.

The chapters in novel #2 have text titles, not just numbers (see also "consciously old-fashioned"), which affords a chance to make the chapter openings a little extra.  

I am not a designer, but I do have opinions. Here's a chaotic look at how I'm shopping fonts:
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A few of the early contenders
The choice really sets the stage, I think.

Plus, get this, turns out it's the work of a few keystrokes to insert a bit of graphic art into a wordy document. Which translates into interesting chapter openings!—at least for the paperback book version. The ebooks, well, it's more of a hit-and-miss situation for artwork.

We'll cross that bridge when we get there.

First steps:
Nothing is set in stone, but I am liking this experiment so far.  

Like a Balrog, the thought reaches me from the void: But What About That Title?

Sigh.  Yes.
​It's still between titles. I'll be going to the beach to think about it soon.
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Birthday Prezzies for the Book!

11/10/2024

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It's been quite a year: humbling to start in the position of hoping that somebody–anyone? Beuller? Beuller?—would read my book.  

​And then the intense gratification as people (strangers!) have read it, reacted to it, talked about it, and asked me exactly the kinds of questions I love love LOVE to answer.

And to top it off, surprise presents, wrapped up in a bow: the book won a thing!
Two things!

​Contests!
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​Oooh la la! Wheeeee! Awards! Prizes! ​ 

Not that contests are all that...(she said with a weary sigh)

One sad truth about publishing: EVERYBODY puts a hand out.  Some of those outstretched hands are dipping boldly into pockets, like raccoons in quest of graham crackers. 
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Publishing's an industry built on dreams–naturally, opportunities abound for exploitation. And there are contests and contests: some are designed to highlight excellence and broadcast the news, others are designed to extract fees and stroke egos.

I can't claim to be immune; my pockets are overspilling with graham crackers. 

​Sometimes one learns best from uncomfortable mistakes, right?

To determine whether a contest is legit. It's not rocket magic.

It's the same process with which we should approach any transactional relationship: due diligence and dial the BS detector to "zero tolerance."

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Each writing contest and award offers a value proposition: at the heart, the contest gives writers the opportunity to be read by a judge (ooh! one reader at a time!), the chance at wider readership (appealing beyond words), and possible bragging rights (world-famous even if a tiny world!), often in the form of a sticker to slap on the cover of the book.

An award has some value to me as creature made of vanity, but does it have value to my customers? Maybe.

I read a whole slew of Newbery Award winners one summer. I know book clubs that selected only Nebula Award winners or Booker Prize books, so that's something.  On the other hand, I bought a "Reader's Independent Something or Another Award" book recently because of the shiny sticker, and tbh, it was pretty awful. 

But THESE prizes, the ones my book brought home? THEY are not that.

​Both contests rate well among watchdog groups, and one is cutting me a check for $1000. Big time, baby!
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I won the quarterfinal round of the annual Booklife Prize.  Booklife is the self-publishing arm of Publishers Weekly magazine.

They give you a nifty little electronic image for promotional purposes. 

I think a quarter-win is still a win. Plus 
I'll be quoting their critic's report on my various retail product pages. ​
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And—drumroll please—I earned a nice fat check for $1000 and the top spot in the Writer's Digest Annual 32nd Annual Self-Published Book Award in the Literary/Mainstream Fiction division.  

This contest has been around for 30+ years, and is generally known for providing a chunk of useful feedback to entrants. 

​She Taught Me Everything is still in competition for the grand prize from Writer's Digest, which earns another nice purse and the cover of the magazine (with 40K paid subscriptions).  We'll cross fingers for that one.

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Meanwhile, $1000 will purchase a lovely cover for novel #2.

References
One list of contests from Reedsy:
https://blog.reedsy.com/writing-contests/

This list of contests from Poet's Weekly:
https://www.pw.org/grants

A blog about fake contests
https://writerbeware.blog/2019/04/26/awards-profiteers-how-writers-can-recognize-them-and-why-they-should-avoid-them/

​A watchdog list of contests: https://selfpublishingadvice.org/author-awards-contests-rated-reviewed/

The website for Writer's Digest's contest
https://www.writersdigest.com/writers-digest-competitions/self-published-book-awards

My BookLife Contest Critic's Report around here
​https://booklife.com/prize/9/category/11/1
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Desk Talk: Naming Conventions

11/4/2024

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I'd been working on novel #2 for most of the summer, Irish-fading from regatta parties to get to my portable writing study, listening distractedly to friends while thinking about that story,  welcoming rainy days for the chance to sidle past regret as I put my head down and set my fingertips to the keyboard.

Stealing time from real life. 

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The book is past Draft 1, which means I kinda know how the story starts, goes, finishes. I know the theme and the setting, and I've gotten to know the characters.  It's all flexible: characters might get cut or split into two people, events might change order or get worse, and so on, but I have the general shape.  

​Draft 2 should be hugely better, with plot holes filled in, structure revised, themes bolstered, and characters grown rounder.  ​I tend to underwrite sections as the plot takes me, and overwrite scenes that I have known for a while. But it's not always easy to get there.
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To a great extent, writing equals me daydreaming about my imaginary friends. So late this summer, I sat on station, butt in chair, hands poised over the keyboard, imagination flapping around the story when it occurred to me, obvious as a brick to the back of the head: the friendship between the two young women in my story was big and important, but it got very little screen time in the story as written.  

Aha, I thought, how can I show the depth and importance of this connection? More scenes? More conversations!  More!  
 
My characters—then called Annie and Lila—were already sitting together and chatting while sewing in chapter 5; I sat back and eveasdropped, knowing that they are best friends. Lila's nursing a crush on one of Annie's brothers. Annie's beloved has disappeared. The chatter goes back and forth, with Lila eventually crossing a boundary to ask a painful question of her old friend. 

I jotted down their conversation as I imagined it, not judging when they nattered on, knowing I—mighty queen of this universe—could take a nip and tuck at will later.

Here's some of what I kept pressing them/myself to know: How to express the tenderness between best friends? How to show that they've been friends for ages? I knew what Lila was jonesing to ask Annie, but how to show Annie's feelings, the pressure she feels, and and how to present this all without sounding 21st Century-ish?

As I wrote "Annie said," "Lila said." "Annie replied," and so forth, I realized two things: first, Annie is far too modern a name for my maiden hero and second, the names Annie and Lila are not nearly distinct enough from one another. These are my own dear creations, and I'm getting them confused? That cannot be good.

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It's quick work to do a global change, but to what? O high-speed internet on the farm, how we do thee entreat? Clicketty-clatter ensues.

A morning passed as I stopped by baby name sites, checked etymology, and consulted the mighty Goog.

Annie has become Auda, a name with a Scandinavian twist, as befits the setting, and Lila has become Lilan, a name that appears in a variety of cultures and calls to (my) mind the flower. These names, I hope, make sense in the vaguely Northern, pre-Industrial, magic-exists, wool-processing, flax spinning, small village setting. I like to think these names give them a bit of depth and roundness.  

And to my shortcut-favoring brain at least, the names appear different enough on the page to keep me from confabulating the two.

​Victory is mine! 

​One scene down, half a dozen more to go.
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