Why Kickstarter

Why I’m Running With Kickstarter

There is a paperback version of Memoirs of a Gigolo Omnibus. I mostly put it together through Createspace so I could have a copies to submit for copyrighting. A few people have asked me if I am selling signed copies. I am. But it is ruinously expensive to pay for the books and shipping in advance of sale, so I’m trying something different. I’m throwing the doors open and inviting anyone that wants a copy to help me reach the goal of funding a Kickstarter project. 
I almost didn’t go down this road. Temptation crooked its finger at me last fall, then I dropped the idea after I saw a couple of Kickstarter projects that left me nervous. I’ve met a few writers trolling around twitter and Facebook who have had Kickstarter projects. The one that sticks out the most in my memory is a first time novelist (writing something about fallen angels or vampires – I don’t really remember) who was seeking somewhere around $20k to help her edit and publish her first book. It wasn’t even written. She’d never written anything before. But she had a vision. And tote bags. I love vision and I admire ambition. I’m ambitious. It’s one of the things I like about myself. I’m also tenacious and more than a bit scrappy. Top that with the fact I’m no quitter and I’ve got what it takes to survive the maelstrom that is the publishing world. 
I’m also willing to work like a bitch to get my work out there and never ever have I expected someone to come along and fund my vision for me. So why I am going to Kickstarter and asking for funding? I need capital to pay for books and shipping. I would love to be able to front the cash to pay to have books printed so I can ship them out when I receive funds through Paypal, but I don’t. I also don’t want to buy a whole bunch of books and have them sitting around my house unsold, a constant reminder that madame wasn’t quite as popular as she thought she was. Like a lot of writers I have a day job, but that just helps me with the three basics. I don’t have the money to pay for a bunch of books from Createspace that I may never sell. Kickstarter gives me the opportunity to offer up paperback copies of the Omnibus to whomever wants to buy one.
I like a lot about Kickstarter, but there are a few things that leave me scratching my head. The things I do like are numerous. It’s public, it’s honest, it provides me with a transparent platform to offer up copies of my book in exchange for guaranteed support. What I don’t like is minimal and speaks to my fussiness. I’ve noticed in the fiction offerings there are some pretty out there rewards. $5k to be a named character in a book. $10k to meet the author. I don’t think I’d be comfortable asking for that kind of money or even receiving it. My biggest reward is $25 for two paperbacks and the max I’m seeking for funding is $200. $5 will get you a signed cover postcard and my eternal thanks. This is not huge. $20k to have dinner with me is just weird. (I’d do it for $5K!)
$1 for an electronic copy of one of my books is the low end of what I have on offer. This seems reasonable to me and my costs don’t justify asking for thousands. Granted I’m relying on friends for editing and computer help, I do my own covers, and I think I’m making about five cents and hour return on my time investment. This is a labor of love at the moment. I could ask for $10k or even $20k for professional editing, marketing, computer, and layout design, but I’m not going to do that. In the end I truly believe it’s about the story and not the hype or swag. If the reviews Memoirs has received on Amazon are any indication, then I’ve got something worth reading on my hands. If you’d like a paperback copy please have a look at my Kickstarter project.

Why Kickstarter

Why I’m Running With Kickstarter

There is a paperback version of Memoirs of a Gigolo Omnibus. I mostly put it together through Createspace so I could have a copies to submit for copyrighting. A few people have asked me if I am selling signed copies. I am. But it is ruinously expensive to pay for the books and shipping in advance of sale, so I’m trying something different. I’m throwing the doors open and inviting anyone that wants a copy to help me reach the goal of funding a Kickstarter project. 
I almost didn’t go down this road. Temptation crooked its finger at me last fall, then I dropped the idea after I saw a couple of Kickstarter projects that left me nervous. I’ve met a few writers trolling around twitter and Facebook who have had Kickstarter projects. The one that sticks out the most in my memory is a first time novelist (writing something about fallen angels or vampires – I don’t really remember) who was seeking somewhere around $20k to help her edit and publish her first book. It wasn’t even written. She’d never written anything before. But she had a vision. And tote bags. I love vision and I admire ambition. I’m ambitious. It’s one of the things I like about myself. I’m also tenacious and more than a bit scrappy. Top that with the fact I’m no quitter and I’ve got what it takes to survive the maelstrom that is the publishing world. 
I’m also willing to work like a bitch to get my work out there and never ever have I expected someone to come along and fund my vision for me. So why I am going to Kickstarter and asking for funding? I need capital to pay for books and shipping. I would love to be able to front the cash to pay to have books printed so I can ship them out when I receive funds through Paypal, but I don’t. I also don’t want to buy a whole bunch of books and have them sitting around my house unsold, a constant reminder that madame wasn’t quite as popular as she thought she was. Like a lot of writers I have a day job, but that just helps me with the three basics. I don’t have the money to pay for a bunch of books from Createspace that I may never sell. Kickstarter gives me the opportunity to offer up paperback copies of the Omnibus to whomever wants to buy one.
I like a lot about Kickstarter, but there are a few things that leave me scratching my head. The things I do like are numerous. It’s public, it’s honest, it provides me with a transparent platform to offer up copies of my book in exchange for guaranteed support. What I don’t like is minimal and speaks to my fussiness. I’ve noticed in the fiction offerings there are some pretty out there rewards. $5k to be a named character in a book. $10k to meet the author. I don’t think I’d be comfortable asking for that kind of money or even receiving it. My biggest reward is $25 for two paperbacks and the max I’m seeking for funding is $200. $5 will get you a signed cover postcard and my eternal thanks. This is not huge. $20k to have dinner with me is just weird. (I’d do it for $5K!)
$1 for an electronic copy of one of my books is the low end of what I have on offer. This seems reasonable to me and my costs don’t justify asking for thousands. Granted I’m relying on friends for editing and computer help, I do my own covers, and I think I’m making about five cents and hour return on my time investment. This is a labor of love at the moment. I could ask for $10k or even $20k for professional editing, marketing, computer, and layout design, but I’m not going to do that. In the end I truly believe it’s about the story and not the hype or swag. If the reviews Memoirs has received on Amazon are any indication, then I’ve got something worth reading on my hands. If you’d like a paperback copy please have a look at my Kickstarter project.

Leap of Faith: I’ve Self-Published

I never thought I’d self-publish. But I did. This week I stretched beyond my perceived technical limit, and figured it all out. My pet project has been rejected for the last time. I don’t know how many publishers I’ve submitted it to. They all love it. But they want it as a complete work and not in the twelve volumes I’ve divided it into. I don’t want it divided.I want it distributed in twelve different parts. Possibly more. Who knows? I love this story. I love the characters, how they develop, and the world they inhabit. By serializing it I have the ability to add as many volumes as I want. Especially now.

Each of my friends that has self-published promised me I wouldn’t regret it. Despite their encouragement, I did have a moments panic and a bit of hesitation as I worked at it this week. What am I most afraid of? That I’m too much of a perfectionist and there would be mistakes that I could only blame on myself. That no one would buy my book. That I’m really a rotten writer and there are a dozen people out there ready to give me one-star reviews. That I’ll have to put myself out there to market my book. It’s paralyzing the fear.

I own my lovely story. The only one that has any say is me. Talk about liberating.

So what do I do now? Please buy my book. It’s called Memoirs of a Gigolo. The story is about a young man that has come to the end of the party, he is on the edge of growing up, figuring out who he really is, and what truly matters to him.

Why I Love Jude Deveraux

I write romance for a few reasons. Mostly because I like watching two people fall in love before my eyes. I’m a bit of a voyeur in that way. I read my first romance back when I was about ten maybe eleven. It was discovered at the library where I spent a lot of my time. When I was too young to work, I went library after school for refuge. My love for books already existed. What I gained was an appreciation for quiet and the love of solitary pursuits. I read sci-fi, fantasy and romance.

During an on-line writing workshop I took a few years back, one of the participants jumped upon her ass-cheek-chaffing high horse when another participant asked her if her novel counted as romance. The shock! The outrage! The sycophantic falling over herself when I called her out, let her know I was (and quite proudly) a romance writer and that in fact it was a billion dollar business. Unbelievable. Coward was willing to trash the genre writer and her craft when she thought she was immune from criticism, but the second she’s asked to add a little of the proverbial shack to her yack, she’s got nuttin’.

People like to escape. Naughty pirates with billowing shirts help that along tremendously. Chances that you’re going to time-travel to the Scottish Highlands are probably zip. Thank god for the romance writers with enough imagination to help you get there courtesy a four-hundred-page novel. Lot’s of people read for intellectual persuit and entertainment value. They read Booker/Pulitzer/Noble worthy books. I read these books. They’re usually very good and not a little depressing. There is no reason to justify wanting to read for pleasure as there is no reason to justify wanting ot watch reality TV for pure entertainment.

My first romance novel was a Jude Deveraux and I absolutely fell in love with the Montgomery men. I had to have been ten at the time and I was absolutely in love. Probably the reason I’ve always liked the tall, dark and handsome types can be traced back to Jude Deveraux. If I ever get a chance to meet her I will make an ass out of myself. It will be my “I’m not worthy” moment.

Possibly the reason I enjoy writing series with interwoven elements is because of my hero Jude Deveraux. Each of my manuscripts contains extensive family trees and characters which tend to pop up in other peoples stories. I love this about Jude Deveraux’s work. I just love it. I like weaving a braid when writing a story. I love the subtle thread that appears here and then there. That moment when reading and the passing stranger is really that other character from another book.

I am unapologetic about loving writing romance. I love what I do.

All About Me! ME! Fabulous ME! – Or, Tackling the Author Bio

I don’t do well writing about myself. How am I supposed to condense all that is me into a paragraph without coming across as a monstrously self-absorbed jackass? My new publisher sent me a fill in the blank page that includes a brief biography. It’s not that I believe myself to be either uninteresting or even boring, I just don’t know what to say. I don’t suffer from an excess of modesty. I have no problem talking about me. I’ve bored more than one man rigid across a restaurant table detailing the in’s and out’s of what makes Livia so gosh darn great! But writing about myself… what am I supposed to put in a paragraph that will sum up the wonder that is me? What could anyone learn about me in a paragraph that would be of any use? Do I mention that I like older men, dislike attention-seekers (probably why I loathe writing about myself), and prefer pistachio ice-cream over peach? Do I confess that I like to knit, Jude Deveraux was my first hero, and that I’m terrified of actually finding success? What am I supposed to include? What shouldn’t I include? I tried a few things. Every time I put something down, it read like a personal add. So I went with that. This is what I came up with…

Were I to write a personal add about myself it would read as follows:

Blond. Blue. 5’6”. A lady never discloses her weight, but I’ve never had any complaints. I only run if I’m being chased by a gun wielding maniac, but I do love yoga. Bit of a shoe hound. Have had issues passing up handbags. Trying to learn to play the Irish harp. Enjoy both theater and concerts. Love to read fantasy and science fiction. Am not ashamed to admit I adore Star Trek. Have a picture of myself (dressed as a nun) and the late Patrick Swayze (dressed as a medieval warrior) in a frame (Yes – I did cry when he died). Perpetual student with advanced degrees that are mostly useless when seeking job opportunities outside academia. Vivid imagination. Sexually adventurous only on paper. I never know what to say when people end a conversation with ‘god bless’. Occasionally play the lottery – but generally only when I’m feeling really poor. Love to travel. Fluent French speaker. Seeks readers whom enjoy what I write.

Honestly… does this snippet of info about me make you want to rush out and buy my next book? Does it make you want to stalk me? Do I sound like a snot? Do I sound boring? If I really had to I could probably put down ten pages about me. But do I want to reveal that much about myself?

Writing Really is a Hard Business, Isn’t It?

The problem with wanting to be a professional writer, is that the writer has to act like a professional. That the process becomes more than about the writing. Writing for pay, doesn’t take the pleasure out of the process, but it makes it a business. The writer becomes the self-employed business person. I’m not much of a business person. Not even a little. In fact, there are many many many people who know me well whom would gladly attest to the fact I am the most incapable business person they’ve ever met. Which is why I find the business of writing so incredibly hard.

If I wanted to write, purely for my love of writing, then I would have all of the joy and none of the grief. But I want to make a career out of this love of mine. I’m not going to say that I’m unemployable, I just spend a little bit too much time in my own head to be of much use to anyone outside of the food service or retail industries. On the plus side, I’m academically gifted and have fallen into that great bastion of unrealized potential; academia.

To make a career out of something means treating it like a business. I suspect there are some writers out there that have tripped into success and the accompanying buckets of money, but I have yet to slip on that particular banana peel. I sort of hoped I would, but it hasn’t happened. At this point, if I do find success, it will be because I’ve worked like a stevedore and clung to my dream like a dragon guarding it’s hoard of gold.

I’ve worked hard to bring the quality of my writing up to a professional level. What I haven’t done is devote even a fraction of the time I’ve spent on my writing career to the business end of the equation. I’m coming to that late. In a sort of vague and disjointed way, I knew there was more to the business of writing than just the writing. But it all just seemed so complicated and boring. Why would I want to get out and tap-dance while singing my praises (two things I lack both the talent and proper clothing to do) when I could be at home with my friend the laptop living vicariously through my characters? I might not have ever come to it if I hadn’t been asked to give an opinion on my life as a writer still trying to make it.

During the course of doing a favor for a friend, an established writer that wanted to know what it was like out there in the trenches, I really had look at my writing career and what I’d done to get published. What was the most eyeopening thing of all, was that I’d done very little to get published. Beyond sending out submission packages and trying to get the attention of agents, I hadn’t done much. I suspect there are a lot of writers out there that could relate to this. I’d done as much as I thought I needed to, but had never really thought about what else I could be doing.

Writing is really only a part of what I need to do. In addition to writing well, I need to write what people want to read, create a brand, and market myself. The writing is the trickiest part. I could write the best story ever written about a dystopian future in which the female main character becomes the leader of a revolution fighting against the tyranny of a male dominated totalitarian regime, but that doesn’t mean anyone is going to want to read it, or, more importantly, that anyone is going to want to take the time to publish it (please do contact me if you’re interested in a story about a woman that takes up arms against the establishment – Everyone that’s read it thinks its brilliant). I should have gotten an MBA. Or, at the minimum, a degree in marketing.

To this end, I’m giving myself a crash course in marketing. I’m going to figure this business of writing out. I’m not certain if there is a secret knock, a whispered password, or I really do need to sleep with the right person (god help us both), but I will figure this out. I am neither a stupid nor an incompetent woman. Then maybe I’ll write a book about how to break into the publishing world.

Do I Want to Self-Publish?

Do I want to self-publish? When I first decided I wanted writing to be my career, I never thought I would consider self-publishing. But here I am a couple of years down the road and not nearly as established as I thought I would be. I one manuscript signed with a small e-publisher, but nothing else. I have about a dozen finished manuscripts. I have about a hundred rejection letters. I don’t think I’m getting rejected because of the quality of my work. I think I’m pretty good. Either my friends are trying to make me feel better, or I’m not what the publishers are looking for.

The publishers demand is significantly less than the pool of available work. There are a lot of writers out there trying to get noticed. Most of them are probably really good. I don’t know if I believe in luck, except for the lottery, but I do believe in hard work and working smart. This is how to generate results. I do understand the position of the publishers. Why take on someone that is unknown without an established following, when there are a lot of authors out there that already have a built in readership?

So I think I’m going to try to self-publish. I’m learning how to market myself. I have extracted promises from a couple of friends that know a thing or two about marketing. I truly do believe I have the ability to make a living out of my writing. I don’t expect to become the next Jude Deveraux or Danielle Steele, but it would be nice to pay the bills and afford my travel habit.

So, I’m going to self-publish. Please wish me luck.