y1 will die

What prompts an author to kill her own book?

On January 1, 2019 my second novel is scheduled to die. I admit the prospect makes me sad. This book, with its fiery sunset-themed cover, has been part of my life for a while.

I finished it in early 2012, and released it on Kindle September 2012. Shape shifter Zane and his unique crime solving skills were a source of pride and joy.

As with my first book, x0, I’ve never totaled up the exact sales, because it’s not easy to separate a sale from a give-away. I’m pretty sure I’ve been paid for at least three hundred copies, and have gifted at least as many more. I’d hoped for more sales, of course, but every time a stranger liked my book and let me know, it delighted me. No regrets.

Times change. Sales of y1 have gone from small to nearly zero.

A few months ago, I attended a conference of science fiction writers, and signed up for a mentor. It may have been one of my more useful decisions. This guy pointed out that I could still have a marketable product in this particular story, but I needed a more genre-appropriate cover, a much better title, and an updated and aggressive marketing plan.

I can change the title of my book? Apparently I can. I do need a new ISBN number (no problem). I also need to acknowledge to the new reader what has been done (just in case he or she is one of the 600 humans who already read this story.)

And …. I need to kill y1. That is, I must take it off the market completely. No electronic versions for sale, although those who have it obviously always will. No new paperbacks printed and sold, although nothing can prevent current owners from reselling their copies on Amazon and elsewhere.

Over the years, I’ve eliminated all the hyperlinks in the book, and the text that went with them. I’ve made corrections and done minor clean-up. Why not. But I’ve refrained from doing anything major.

Because this will be a new book, I have the chance to do some serious editing. So I have. The original y1 came in at just under 125,000 words. The leaner new version is under 103,000. I’ve broken the chapters into smaller chunks. I’ve given more attention to point of view. I’ve taken the techniques I’ve learned over the past six years, at conferences, from other writers, and simply from practicing my craft for hours every week, and I’ve done my best to fold those learnings into telling my story better.

I’m pleased with the result.

So while y1 will soon cease to exist, it will give birth to a new and better novel. I’ll be blogging all about it soon

Embracing your inner opportunist

Patricia 1How far over the speed limit do you drive? Come on. No one drives it exactly. One mph? Two? Me, I allow myself up to about nine under normal circumstances.

How fast does someone else have to drive before you’re happy to see them get a ticket? If they’re going much more then ten mph over, I feel like public safety is being preserved. Less, and I rant about how we live in police state. Let’s face it. We all push the rules, and we all have our own particular definition of when enough is enough.

In my novels x0 and c3, I crafted villains who were clearly evil. In y1, I opted for someone easier for me to understand. He’s a man who pushes the rules, just like we all do, and a man who knows how to profit well from the little opportunities that his rule bending provides.

I put him in charge of marketing at a pharmaceutical company, not because I dislike prescription drugs or the companies that make them. I have had plenty of reasons to be grateful for modern medicine. But I do know that there is a lot of grey area in selling medication, regarding both the doctors who write the prescriptions and the eager public who watches the ads on television. Just like everywhere else, rules can be bent.

Doctors can be encouraged to write frequent off label prescriptions, something intended by law to be rare. They can feel slightly obligated to preferentially prescribe a new drug in spite of its not fully understood side-effects, and they can be encouraged to do both of these and more with travel, food, honorariums, and gifts. Most people in the medical profession are at the very least decent and well meaning, and they will truthfully insist that they cannot be bought for the price of a lunch.  I am sure that they can’t, and I made the same argument when potential suppliers took me out to lunch in my profession.

raising 3So how many lunches for how many people in the office does it take to have an impact? The folks in marketing are trying to find out. How lavish do the gifts have to be? Should we be ignoring the fact that the product itself has a unique capability to effect the health and happiness of others in a way that only medication, with all its side effects, can?

My villain in y1 is a very fine opportunist, happy to push those boundaries further each day, and glad to pay the nuisance fines slapped against his firm when he goes a little too far. Just the cost of doing business he tells his staff, ignoring the dangers of the products he makes and sells.

I got far enough inside this guys head to make myself squirm, before I let him spiral out of control and engage in the equivalent of doing 70 mph in a school zone. That way I knew that my readers would all be happy to see him caught and punished in the devious way I had intended all along. Before he turned ultra bad, however, I hoped that my reader would squirm a bit as well, and think about the fuzzy boundaries between playing the game well and doing harm.

(Please like writer Patricia Polacco’s Facebook page and the page for Raising Ecstasy, the sources of these two clever images. Please see my x0 blog for a post about crafting villains that are unambiguously evil from the start, and see my z2 blog for an upcoming post about my tale of researching racist groups in America.)

The give-aways end (sob) and I turn in my hour of need to my first blog tour

I little over a year ago I thought I was writing books to entertain and express myself, and creating a novel from little more than my imagination certainly did that. It was tiring and sometimes frustrating, but dammit is was also FUN.

Soul searching confirmed for me that neither money not fame were the object, especially given that I am incredibly introverted and already work in a fairly well paying profession that I enjoy. But days after I hit that first publish button for x0 on Kindle, I discovered something that surprised me totally.  I wanted people to read my book! It was even better if they liked it of course, and I had absolutely no objection to them paying for it, but basically I wanted it to be read.

megaphoneSo suddenly I had two hobbies. I was writing away on y1 and loving it, and I was trying to come up with ways to get total strangers to open x0 up on their kindle and read it instead of the (gulp) million or so other books available electronically.

This second hobby has been more frustrating than fulfilling for me, and clearly there are reasons that I did not end up working in advertising. I tried getting bloggers to review my book (most never answered my queries.) I discovered that producing a paperback book on Create Space was both free and rather easy, and after that I discovered that I could give away copies of my paperback on Goodreads.  Oh boy!

Suddenly my day job was providing the pocket money for me to mail copies of x0 and y1 (which author (2)came out in paperback about the same time) to Romania and New Zealand and Brazil. I don’t even know if most copies made it to their destinations, but slowly responses to both books have begun to pour in. Some people gave me 5 stars (an A) and others two stars (a D) with no comments either way.  Some people praised my book and gave it a poor rating while others did little more than complain then rated it high. I could only scratch my head and wonder. But in other cases, other wonderful cases, I could tell from the review that the reader “got” my book. And whether they loved it or just kind of barely liked it, their understanding, and the sense of that connection that came with it, was a high almost as strong as writing the book itself.

And now all that has come to an end.  Goodreads only allows give-aways on books published within the last 6 months, and my time has run out for both x0 and  y1.  What to do, what to do?  I think I am addicted to reviews. Luckily, I have two solutions

One, my third love child, z2, will be out in paper back next week. Hurray.  I have six glorious months in which to give copies away. Two, I discovered fine people on the internet who will get my 6-month-olds out there onto people’s blogs for me. I elected to try my first blog tour with y1, and to use a group called Orangeberry.  My blog tour officially starts today, and the schedule for the first week is as follows.

4th June – Book Feature at Peace from Pieces

5th June – Twitter View with OB Book Tours

6th June – Twitter Blast with OB Book Tours

7th June – Book Review & Author Interview at Mommy Adventures

8th June – Guest Post at The Bunny’s Review

9th June – Twitter Blast with OB Book Tours

10th June – Book Review & Author Interview at The Reading Cat

Please check me out at these venues, and I’ll post the rest of the tour next week.  Ahhhh …. I think everything is going to be okay.