Month: March 2008

Settling back home

I spent all weekend being business person, author, public speaker. Those are sides of me that do not get much exercise in my daily life. Now I am back home and switching gears has not been as easy as I anticipated. The convention lingers in my brain. I changed and grew this weekend in some subtle ways and I’m having to do a little work to settle back in.

This morning the business person was still ascendant. She had tasks to accomplish, things to get done. By late afternoon the introvert and the writer had staged a coup. For the past hour or more I’ve been holed up in my bedroom writing blog entries. I’m not going to flood friends’ pages by posting them all at once. I’ll space them out instead. So far there are three in addition to the three I’ve already posted and this one which I will go ahead and post today. That is seven entries so far, and I’ve still got more thoughts to sort.

Contacts

In both of my previous posts today I use the business term “contacts.” It sounds all cold and formal. A “contact” is someone who will (probably) remember you if you call, or email, or otherwise communicate with them again. I use the term because it is short. The reality is that I walk away from the convention feeling like I have new friends. The people I’m calling “contacts” are marvelous people whose stories and lives I’m just beginning to understand. These are people who I may be able to help or who may be able to help me. It enriches my life to have met people at the convention, even if I never get to see or hear from them again. I love knowing that there are people out there who share my interests and passions. It helps me believe that there are good people everywhere. The people I met this weekend are more than the term “contacts” tends to imply.

Attending conventions with Howard

One of the biggest surprises at Ad Astra was that I had as many or more contacts as Howard did. This is because Julie Czerneda was launching her anthology Misspelled during the convention and I have a story coming out in and anthology next year that is co-editied by Julie and Rob St. Martin. By that one short story sale, I was instantly connected to nearly 20 people. Granted, it is a somewhat tenuous connection at best, but people instantly had a place to file the memory of me in their brains. It was a place to start conversations.

It was a joy to see Julie Czerneda again. I did not get to talk to her as much as I would have liked, because she was always busy and frequently surrounded by groups of authors whose stories she has published. Julie is truly amazing and wonderful to new authors. Half the Misspelled authors at the convention counted that as their first sale. Apparently once you’ve been published in one of Julie’s anthologies, you’re always one of “her” authors and she does her best to take care of you. I did get to talk quite a lot to Robert St. Martin who co-edited the Ages of Wonder anthology which accepted my story. Rob, Marc MacKay, and I had several fascinating conversations during the course of the convention. I’m very pleased that I’ll get to “belong” both to Julie and to Rob since they both helped me make my first professional publication. I’m sad that I won’t be able to come back to Ad Astra next year for the launch of the book which contains my story. But I’m very glad to meet so many of these people in person.

I also had connections at the convention through the online writer’s forum Codex. There were only a few Codexians there, but each of those people also knew people. That’s how networking goes. I meet one person who introduces me to 4 people. Then those people know even more people. It all adds up and the world starts to feel like a very small place. What was interesting was that Howard and I made contacts with different groups of people. He met people that I did not and vice versa. I think it worked well, but we are not practiced at doing conventions together yet. We’d kind of pictured me going along as Howard’s “handler”, instead I had an agenda of my own. This was not a problem. It was just different from what we expected.

I suspect we won’t be really practiced at attending conventions together for quite a few years because the opportunities are going to be rare. We’re going to both try to go to Worldcon this August, but that is a different experience entirely because we’ll be running a dealer’s table. For that convention, I will have no agenda other than making the dealer’s table work. Anything on top of that will be a bonus. After Worldcon, there will be nothing for all of 2009 because Howard intends to take a convention sabbatical to crank out the books as fast as he can.

I think in the end that our convention attendance together will have us doing some things together and some things apart, but still very much a team.

Decompressing

Today is my day to decompress from the convention. Howard’s post-convention decompression usually consists of him sleeping a lot. For me, the decompression is much more based in sorting through and making sense of everything I hauled home with me.

Naturally there is the physical baggage. We bought things in Canada and I need to find places for them to belong. I need to dump the clothes out where they can be washed. I need to count the inventory that we brought home and stack it back with the other books in the basement. I need to empty the suitcases completely, checking carefully in all the pockets for odd pieces of paper shoved hastily in “safe” places. Then I need to put the suitcases away.

Associated with the physical baggage, particularly the inventory, there is a need to assess the profitability of the convention. I need to double check the math on the sales to make sure that our wonderful dealer got paid enough. I need to figure out how many books we sold, how many we gave away, and how many we brought home. Ditto on posters and pins. I need to file this information where I can access it when deciding how much stuff to mail to the next convention.

Then there is all the contact information that I need to go through. We met lots of people at the convention. Some of them gave us business cards. Some of them just wrote contact info on various pieces of paper. I need to find all of that and sort through it before I forget why I need the contact info in the first place. There are half-bartered deals that I need to finish up. There are books that I’ve promised to send. There are people I promised to talk to further. There are blogs and websites to look at. I don’t want to be left staring at a business card and not remembering who gave it to me or why. Even more important to write down are the people with whom I want to communicate further, who did not give me a business card. Over the next week I need to close the loop on all of these contacts. I need to email people, or send books, or buy things from them.

Last, but definitely not least, is the mental sorting. I crammed my head full of new experiences and thoughts. I must sort through those and record them. I need to see how these new ideas bounce off of my old ideas. I need to blog. This will also take some time. I can’t get it all done in a single day, but I do need to take notes to make sure that my return to regular routine doesn’t cause me to forget the thoughts completely. I’ve had so many cool thoughts. I don’t want to lose them.

There is also sleeping. I need to do more of that.

Blogging and conventions

When attending a convention, or just after a convention, there is a tendency for bloggers to put up a long list of names of people they talked to, or events they went to. There is an urgency about these posts, as if the writer needs to get it all down before the information leaks out of her brain. Posts like that are little reminder tags to the person who experienced the convention. The mention of a name triggers the memory of a conversation and an enjoyable dinner. The listing of a nick name reminds the author of the whole series of interconnected events that led to the bestowal of the nick name. The reference to an event refreshes the memory of people seen and met. This is necessary because it is truly impossible to capture everything that happens at a convention without expanding into novel-length exposition. There are so many new people and new thoughts that the experience is overwhelming, and invigorating, and sometimes frightening.

Last night I went up to my room to drop off my bag. I intended to head back out with Howard to roam the room parties. The hotel room door closed behind me and I was alone. For the first time all day, my brain had time to assimilate rather than collecting new input. I realized that my inner introvert was huddled up in the corner of my brain and I needed to spend some time soothing her to prevent a major screaming fit the following day. I have to pace myself to last through the three days of convention. I crawled into bed, wishing it was my own bed, and wishing for my kids. This is part of the convention experience for me.

Another part of the convention experience is sitting on a panel with other intelligent people and comparing experiences about the panel topic. The blogging panel was like that. Most people hate public speaking, but I love it. I love seeing the audience nod at what I say. I’m thrilled to think that my thoughts, my words, are useful to others. This is the same reason I blog, because there is a possibility that my words will be exactly what someone else needs today; the possibility that my thoughts will make someone else’s life better. That reward is worth the risk of putting myself forward or having some troll throw nastiness at me. It is scary blogging. It is scary being on panels. It is scary being here. But if I am not here I lose out on the opportunity to meet and to greet. I miss out on the chance to learn things that make my life better. I miss out on the chance to say something that will help someone else. So I am here, at the convention, blogging online, because the rewards are more that worth the risks.

Hold on to Your Horses

I just realized that while I’ve rambled about my project called Hold on to Your Horses, I have not yet linked to the website from here. It is www.holdontoyourhorses.com. On the site you can download a free pdf of the picture book. That will let you can see the beautiful pictures that Angela Call drew for my story. The hardbound copies of the book will be available in early summer. If you want to be notified when ordering opens for those, you can add your address to the mailing list on the site. I will keep all addresses confidential and only use them to notify you when my books become available.

Go have a look and feel free to email me or post comments here to let me know what you think.

Ad Astra arrival

I have traveled far today and I’ve already learned some new things. One of these things is that I should always bring my laptop with me when I travel. It was so wonderfully reassuring to open it up and have all my familiar bookmarks in place. It is like a little piece of home that I carry with me. I am going to need that as I spend this weekend outside my comfort zone. The plane flight was boring, which is to be preferred to having an interesting flight. What with all the travel, and the not sleeping well last night I am already very tired and the convention hasn’t even started yet.

We went out to dinner with Kevin J. Anderson, Rebecca Moesta, and Chris Golden. They are all firmly established in the publishing industry. At times I felt intimidated. Fortunately they were all very kind and gracious. It was a wonderful dinner and a delightful conversation.

In the category of not-so-good news, my cell phone has moved from “quirky” to “broken.” I can still convince it to work, but it is not reliable. I’ll need to replace it when I get home.

The convention starts in earnest tomorrow.

Noisy brain

My brain is a noisy place today. The organization voice is gibbering about packing. The Mommy voice wants to write even more extensive notes on the proper care and feeding of my kids. The business voice says I should be doing research on convention guests so that I have conversation starters. The business voice is also telling me things I should pack, which makes the organization voice all grouchy and inclined to mumble about boundaries. About this point the Mommy voice remembers that there is cub scout pack meeting tonight and believes that she should get to over ride all other activities in favor of that. All other voices object strenuously. The housekeeping voice keeps whispering about all the cleaning and organization that I intended to do before I left. Then out of the blue an unidentified voice shouts “I’m hungry, you think maybe we should eat sometime today?” Meanwhile the writer voice took advantage of all the confusion to hijack the body and write this entry.

I leave tomorrow and may be internetless for the weekend. Be back Monday.

Self publishing and hubris

Jim Hines of the Jig the Goblin trilogy wrote a post today in which he rants about writing “Experts”. Jim’s major complaint is people who take their small experiences with either writing or publishing and extrapolate it into a supposed expertise about the whole industry. Many of Jim’s points single out self published authors. I found myself both agreeing with him and feeling a little defensive at the same time. Withing the next few months I will be releasing a self published book and therefore I’m at risk of annoying people in the same ways that Jim was annoyed.

I think it takes a special sort of arrogance to become a self published author. I look at the traditional publishing paths and I know that the reason they are traditional is that they work. The publishing “rules” are there because they are truly the best way for people to combine forces and create books. It has to be some sort of hubris for me to see those rules, understand why they exist, and still decide that somehow they don’t apply to me.

The one area where I know I will not annoy Jim and other published authors is that I have no intention of advocating self publishing as the wave of the future. It is a hard, lonely, scary path and I would never recommend it lightly. There are no easy paths to publication, but for most people the best choice is to find a publishing house. There have been many times during the Hold on to Your Horses project when I have curled into a little ball of despair because the project was broken and I did not have the expertise to fix it myself. Then I had to go begging among my contacts for help. The only reason it has a chance of working is because of the amazing people I’ve come to know during the past few years. The only reason I am an exception to the rule is because I can piggy back on all the marketing and friendships from Schlock Mercenary.

One thing that may contribute to the “expert” syndrome that Jim noted, is the reactions of non-publishing people to a self published work. When I talk to neighbors about my forthcoming book and I say “I’m self publishing” I get even more respect and approval than I did for just publishing. This baffles me a little because I know that self published works nearly always suffer from quality issues. But America prizes its innovators and trail blazers. Self publishing seems more accessible. People look at my self published project and think that maybe they could do something towards their own dreams. I’m glad of that and I do feel that there is value in self published works, even the ones with quality issues. Perhaps it is to these other newbies that the “experts” are speaking. I don’t think anyone who wants to be a professional in the publishing industry is going to be led astray by newbie experts.

I guess in the end I believe that the path you take should be the one best suited to your goals. Hubris or not, I do believe that this alternate path is going to work for me. I am going to be able to accomplish what I set out to do: create the book that my daughter needed, reward the artist who helped me, and not lose money while doing it.

Ad Astra this week

The countdown has begun. I have only four days until I leave for Ad Astra. I have pile of things left to do, but I have triaged them so they should all fit into those four days. One of the tasks for me to start thinking about the topics of the panel discussions in which I’ll be participating. The most intimidating panel is the one about “Making ends meet on an artist’s income.” The subject isn’t intimidating, I could talk about that for an hour all by myself. But that is the panel for which I’m a moderator and one of the guests of honor, Rebecca Moesta, is going to be on the panel as well. Moderating a panel is going to be a new experience for me. Fortunately I have an in-house expert who has already talked me through a lot of the necessary etiquette.

The other three panels are: “Running a creative business out of your home”, “The experience of blogging”, and “The educational benefits of video games.” These are all good topics for me. I just need to write down some notes to help trigger my thoughts when I’m in front of a crowd and surrounded by other panelists who will probably be more qualified than me.

So in short, I’ve reached the part where I’m nervous. I’m nervous about flying, about leaving the kids, about presenting. But the next few days are going to fly by and then I’ll be having too much fun to be nervous anymore.