From Fanfiction to Self-Publishing: Ten Tips for Making the Move
12 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted Self-publishing
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12 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted Self-publishing, Thought
inA Gift of Thought is free today on Amazon (and for the next couple of days, too). That’s because I’m at GeekGirlCon in Seattle. I’d create a link, but I’m on my iPad and typing is too hard, plus I haven’t had any coffee yet, so the chance that the link would go sadly awry is high. But it’s been fascinating. I’ve never been to a convention before, rather than a conference, and maybe this falls somewhere in between. But there are loads of people in costumes wandering around amidst discussions of misogyny and gender and online space and community. I’ve always thought web design conferences were an improvement over code conferences and this is definitely the step up from that. I’m a little nervous that my presentation is too practical, not philosophical, but c’est la vie, it’s way too late to worry about that now. Pam says I need to go slower so people have time to write down the links, so I’m still trying to figure out how to do that. I might have to cut something. Anyway, time to find some caffeine — but download Thought if you haven’t and tell your friends, if they’re the type to enjoy quirky ghost stories!
13 Friday Jul 2012
Posted Grief, Randomness, Self-publishing
inA year ago Saturday my mom went into the hospital. She never came home again. This year, my dad got married on Saturday. I suppose it was a better way to spend the day than the way we spent it last year. But…yeah. Anyway, my brother and his daughter came to visit for the wedding so there were many photo op events — the wedding, the reception, dinner at my house, a picnic and inner-tubing at Kelly Park, the Science Museum, that kind of thing … but that’s not what I want to write about.
On Monday morning, I was sitting on the patio when suddenly, “thunk.” A little dark blob whizzed across my line of sight, and hit the ground. The dog immediately investigated and her level of curiosity and excitement was so high that after a minute, I followed suit, despite thinking it was a big bug. It wasn’t. It was a bird. Maybe a baby, maybe not. It had hit the spinning fan and it was sprawled on the ground, clearly hurt, its wings a mess, its feet curled oddly, but still breathing, still in distress.
What do you do with a hurt bird? I had no idea. It was the damn baby rabbits all over again. I picked it up and set it on the side of the grill, so that it was away from the dog. I watched it lying on its side, struggling to breathe, its heart beating fast, its eyes closing and going from dark beads to cloudy white orbs. The feathers were so soft, but I didn’t touch it after I set it down, just talked to it and grieved as it died. I couldn’t bear to bury it right away, so I took the dog for her walk and did my morning chores and then I went back out on the patio to deal with the body. I didn’t look at it — didn’t want to see it — until I’d found the trowel. I figured I’d bury it next to the two baby rabbit bodies — my little garden is turning into quite the cemetery. But when I finally came back to it, it was in a different position. Eyes closed, it was huddled small, but on its feet, and as I watched, I could see its heartbeat.
Huh.
Great. So it was going to take a long time to die. Lovely. Just what I needed. But I bent over it and its eyelids fluttered and then closed again, so it was clearly not ready to be buried.
I went back into the house and found a little bowl and brought out some water and put it next to the bird and then we went off to the park and did our inner-tubing and our picnicking and the whole time, I kept wishing that I’d added some sugar to the water. I’d brought out some millet, too, but it was only after we were on our way that I realized that the shape of its beak meant that it was a nectar drinking bird, not a seed eater.
We drove home, and I came into the house and I dreaded looking out onto the porch. I knew there’d be a little brown shape huddled on the grill and I knew that I would feel helpless and indecisive and miserable, not knowing how to help it. But no. No shape. I went out with such trepidation — had it fallen off? Had it tried to fly and landed on the hard ground? Why hadn’t I put it someplace soft? But I went out and looked all around and it was gone. Just gone.
It lived. It must have. It must have recovered, and then flown away.
It was such a surprise. Such a delight. A little miracle. For the rest of the day, I could be happy knowing that the bird was out there somewhere, maybe bruised, maybe sore, but at the very least able to fly.
Then two days later, I was driving home from the vet — $160 poorer but with a dog that I could stop worrying about — when the car in front of me hit a baby sandhill crane. HIT IT. The car saw it, slowed, and then fucking drove into the bird and drove away. The bird crumpled to the ground, but it was still alive. It was struggling to move, spasmodic twitches of its wings and legs.
I was on Dodd Road, which is a crappy road. Two people died in just about that spot ten days ago. There’s a curve and no place to easily stop on the right. The car next to me — a minivan — pulled over into the turn lane, but I couldn’t. Plus, I had the dog in the car. So I drove home, crying all the way. I’d never seen anything so callous and cruel. The person who hit it — they saw it. They slowed way down. And then they kept going. Who does that? What kind of sick person sees a two foot tall baby in the road and then just decides to run it over? (That’s a picture swiped from wikipedia. Sandhill cranes are a protected species, only 5000 left in the wild according to wikipedia, and if I’d been smart enough to get the license plate of the car, the driver could have been fined.)
The moment I got home, I called the vet and asked if I went back and the bird was still alive, if I could bring it to them. She told me to call Birds of Prey, a bird rescue place in Maitland, so I found their phone number, grabbed a sheet to wrap the bird in, and headed back out.
It was gone. Totally gone. But two adult sandhills and a baby stood in the grass on the side of the road.
I don’t know whether the person in the minivan took the bird somewhere but if he or she did, it must have been alive. Or maybe that baby by the side of the road was the same baby and the car had knocked it over but not hurt it. But either way, I drove home with at least hope that the second bird of the week would survive.
Can I call it a weird week? Two birds that I thought were dead, not dead. It’s . . . nice. Also a very odd set of coincidences. One bird is just a nice small miracle. Two? Feels like a sign, except I’m not at all sure of what.
01 Sunday Jul 2012
Posted Self-publishing
inOn my birthday, my son mentioned to me that the mom of one of his friends, Tawdra Kandle, had also self-published a book and that, coincidentally, it was also her birthday. I came home that night and looked for her book. Turns out, we’d both set our books to be free via KDP Select for our birthday and amazingly, we were at #1 (hers) and #2 (mine) on the Contemporary Fantasy Free list. How cool is that? Then I looked at her book — she’d also written a paranormal romance, she’d also set it in Florida, she’d also based her setting on the town of Cassadaga, and she’d released her first book on the very same day, December 9th, that I’d released mine! We’d even priced the same, at $3.99.
I left a note on her blog, tweeted her and followed her on Twitter, but it took me another month to realize that this was a perfect opportunity for an A/B marketing test. An A/B test, if you aren’t familiar with the term, compares two samples. In Web design, a company posts two pages, and filters half their users to one page, the other half to the other page, and sees which gets a better response for their goals.
Tawdra, author of Fearless, Breathless, and now Restless, takes marketing and promotion seriously. She’s following all the advice of the self-publishing community that exhorts authors to promote and sell and build a community. She’s working hard at doing the right things, even in the right way. For example, she tweets a lot, but only rarely does she try to promote her own book and only when appropriate, for example when she releases a new book or has a blog post somewhere. She’s even following the advice of writing fast — she released two new books in roughly the time it took me to release one.
I am not working hard at doing all the right things. In fact, I’m not working on promotion at all. I figure maybe when I have three books out I’ll start doing that. Or maybe five. Well, or maybe never.
So if she’s doing everything right and I’m doing….well, mostly nothing…how much better could I do if I worked as hard as she did? It seemed worth trying to measure.
Novel Rank is a site that tracks the Amazon ranking of books. It’s terrible for providing real sales numbers, because it actually has no way to measure them, but it shows the movement of a book’s ranking on Amazon. It’s an imperfect form of measurement, because it doesn’t show sales outside Amazon. That said, both of us had enrolled our books in KDP Select (which doesn’t allow you to sell ebooks outside Amazon), so it seemed likely that the results would be reasonably close to accurate. Besides, it was the best tool that I was going to get.
So — book comparisons first.
Her first book, Fearless, is currently averaging a 4.5 rating on Amazon. A Gift of Ghosts is at 4.6. I’d say that’s close enough to a tie. Her second book, Breathless, has a 4.5. A Gift of Thought currently is at 4.7. But Breathless has been out since March and Thought has only been out for a few weeks, and the earliest reviewers always seem to be the most enthusiastic. Rating-wise, I’d say we’re equivalent.
Tawdra had professional covers made for her titles, I did my own. Point for her. Many people in the self-publishing community insist that a professionally-designed cover is essential for success.
Tawdra had her books professionally edited, I didn’t.Technically, a point for her (although someday I’ll write a rant about the self-published attitude toward editing, and meanwhile, I will mention that more than one of my reviews comment on how well Ghosts was edited. Just saying…)
In terms of effort, it’s clear that she’s working really hard to promote and sell her books. She is doing everything that you’re supposed to do. So how is it paying off and is it worth the effort?
The following chart shows our Amazon sales ranks for our first books from the day I started tracking in May, until the day I set A Gift of Ghosts to be free in June. (Novel Rank doesn’t track free books, so I had to stop there.)
The lower line belongs to A Gift of Ghosts and it is the higher sales rank on Amazon. The numbers for both of us are…well, nowhere near life-changing. In the time measured, I sold 64 copies of A Gift of Ghosts.The dips at the end of the month where Fearless outsells Ghosts are when Tawdra did her real-life events, so those dips might actually have been even more pronounced (in other words, she might have sold more copies than are shown, so improved her sales ranking even more, but in a way that’s not tracked.)
The following graph shows the releases of my second book, her third (both,conveniently, in June.)
To promote my release of A Gift of Thought I posted a message on my Facebook pages and set Ghosts free for four days. She held a Facebook party, did giveways, tweeted — I probably should have paid more attention, but I wasn’t planning to write this blog post, so I didn’t. Suffice to say, I didn’t do much work at all, and she did plenty. (I should also mention that A Gift of Thought is priced at $4.99 and she kept her price at $3.99.)
There are undoubtedly dozens of ways to argue with this test. I don’t think it’s possible to do a true A/B test in any real sense of the word, because there are too many variables that are outside our control. Our books are different. She does have professionally designed covers, but one could argue that mine are stronger. I’ve gotten a lot more reviews on Ghosts, probably mostly because of my original fanfiction audience, so maybe that’s what makes the difference.
I do, however, feel pretty comfortable with my decision not to worry about Facebook or tweeting or a professionally-designed website or, really, spending hours working on marketing. It may be true that 90% of marketing is useless and you have to do it for the 10% that matters, but until I have some evidence about what that 10% might be, I’m not going to bother.So far, my not bothering has done just as well (okay, slightly better) than all of Tawdra’s hard work.
By the way, Tawdra seems to be a very nice person — you should follow her on Twitter at @tawdra, and if you like paranormal YA, you should give her books a try.
26 Tuesday Jun 2012
Posted Self-publishing
inIn August, I’m going to be giving a presentation at GeekGirlCon in Seattle, titled “From FanFiction to Self-Publishing: Ten Tips for Making the Move.” I’ve been thinking about what I want to say quite a bit. The tip part is easy, although why I picked the random number ten is beyond me. It’s not a very useful number — I wish I’d gone with seven. Or maybe eleven? I know it was just the alliteration that got me, but I hate realizing that I’ve thought in cliches.
Part of what I want to talk about, though, is writing as a hobby. Everything I read about self-publishing is so crazed about the work, the need to be entrepreneurial, the pressure, the business side and how important it is to take seriously, but very few of them ever acknowledge that there’s an implicit goal in all that advice that maybe not everyone has. Or needs to have. Sure, if you wish to be JA Konrath and earn $100,000 in a month, then maybe you need to spend the next ten years working 17-hour days. But you can have fun with self-publishing on a lot less time and a lot less effort. (Admittedly, those attitudes comes from the sites that I’ve found and follow, so possibly there are quieter people who feel exactly as I do.) And the idea that if you like to write, you must want it to be your full-time job is so limiting. I like to cook — that doesn’t mean I want to spend the rest of my days in a restaurant.
Amazon, CreateSpace, and the self-publishing revolution makes it possible for writing to become a hobby like…knitting. Crochet. You don’t have to create “Art;” you can create something fun to share. My goal doesn’t have to be to write a NYTimes best-seller — it can be to share a story with friends. Publishing is now a spectrum activity. Yes, you can use it to work like crazy and try to make lots of money and build a “career,” but you can also use it to play and have fun and experiment and take chances and enjoy a really entertaining hobby.
I made a book this weekend. I did it on Sunday. I sent the order for copies to CreateSpace this morning. I’m going to make five copies and only five copies. I’m not going to sell them, I’m just going to share them. It makes me happy to think about getting them and to think about the people I’m giving them to. And that is a totally valid and wonderful aspect of self-publishing that needs to be given more credit.
12 Tuesday Jun 2012
Posted Ghosts, Self-publishing
inA Gift of Ghosts is mentioned on Free Kindle Books and Tips today. It’ll be free on Amazon through the 15th to celebrate the publication of A Gift of Thought.
Not too many copies have been downloaded so far, so I was really surprised to see it on a Free bestseller list already. Then I looked at the list and the Free titles stopped at about 73 or so. I guess only 73 authors are giving away books in the Contemporary Fantasy section. That sure makes it easy to make it on the list! It’s like getting third place in a race with only three runners. But hey, it’s still third place.
I comforted myself by looking at the Top-Rated list and it’s #24 on the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Ghost Romance list and #33 on the Contemporary Fantasy list.
10 Sunday Jun 2012
Posted Self-publishing, Thought, Writing
inI suspect I’m going to be writing and rewriting that blurb. I had to firmly remind myself last night not to let perfection be the enemy of the good enough. It’s not perfect, but then nothing ever is.
09 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted Self-publishing, Thought, Writing
in≈ Comments Off on Wishing for a marketing department
Book’s done, proofed, ready to go — all I need to do now is write a blurb that works. It is unbelievably hard. I think I’m going to be tweaking this blurb for the next three months. Should it start with Dillon? The book does. Or Sylvie, the way my current blurb has? Including both of them in the blurb without spoilers has so far been completely beyond me. As I yearn for a marketing department, I have to remind myself that back when I did work with a marketing department, I almost always preferred to write the sales copy myself. And in this case, I’m definitely best qualified to do the job. I’m tempted to send out emails to all the people who’ve already read it, though, and say, ‘Um, what’s the book about?’ just to see what they say.
…And I think I just published it. Wow, Amazon has made it easy. No more Mobipocket creator, meta data, building a table of contents — you upload the Word doc, they turn it into a book for you. Not that I’ve seen the book yet. It’s still publishing. But by tomorrow morning, I bet it’ll be up there.
We used to hit a big gong to celebrate sending a book to the printer. Everyone in the company stood up in their cubicles and cheered the triumphant team that had just achieved a little miracle. Somehow hitting Save just doesn’t have the same oomph. I think I’ll go set off some fireworks.
01 Friday Jun 2012
Posted Cover design
in≈ Comments Off on Revised Cover
Barring the unforeseen — which is always sort of risky, but we can assume — A Gift of Thought should have no problem making my mental June 12th publication date.
I suppose I’m nervous about that barring the unforeseen, now. I’m still in the midst of edits and revisions, but I’m having fun with them. I spent a while today giving Dillon a little more attitude in one chapter. I might even have gone so far as to give him an eye roll. By the time I was done, I was more charmed by him than ever and that’s saying a lot, because I love Dillon.
Apart from the people who read it on fictionpress, another ten people are reading it now. Based on past experience, I might get feedback from three or four, five at most. I’ll go with whatever I have by next Tuesday, but I’ve made some terrific changes already, so I’m definitely not feeling as if I need to wait for reader commentary to publish.
Good thing, too. I glanced at my traffic stats on fictionpress today (as I took the story down) and over 630 people had supposedly read the last chapter. Exactly three had bothered to take the time to say something nice. Three. I’d figure that if you made the effort to go to the last chapter, you probably read the preceding 80,000 words so the fact that 627 people had spent hours reading but didn’t care enough even to say ‘thanks for the free read’ was…disheartening, I guess.
Writing is fun, but before I started putting the words on paper, I was perfectly happy making up the stories in my head and it was a whole lot easier. The only reason for me to put the words on paper is to share them with other people, and the only reason to share them is if other people enjoy them. It’s tough not to view silence as apathy.
Ah, well. Maybe Natalya’s story will just live in my head for a while.
31 Thursday May 2012
Posted Cover design
in≈ Comments Off on Cover design for Thought