Looks like I’ll be getting ‘published’ sooner than I thought

I did a ton of research this weekend as I prepared for my next round of query letters, and I got to say, I found some pretty scary stuff.

(See especially, this: http://www.scribd.com/doc/25809014/Published-or-Printed)

I mean, I was prepared to fight to get through the sludge to get published, but I am NOT  prepared to have my work barely marketed and only “printed,” not “published.” (Read the above article if you’re a writer and care.)

If you’re a friend or just a follower of mine — I like to pretend I already have legions of fans — then all that you need to know is I’ve decided to publish my Western novel as an eBook, and it should be up for sale in two weeks. (I’ve got my awesome wife, an awesome artist as well, working on the book cover.)

There are a ton of reasons for this, but mainly, here’s some of my reasoning:

  • If I landed an agent tomorrow, it could still take two years before the book is published. And if the editor behind the book leaves or management changes at the publishing house, then it’s back to square one.
  • Publishing an eBook CAN get me a contract sooner, and a better advance than trying to go the regular submission route with an agent.
  • Finally, there are very few agents accepting Westerns, and frankly, that’s for good reasons. The market is small and most Western writers fall short in the talent category, when compared to other fiction genres.

So, for all these reasons, I’ll be publishing my Western — The tale of ‘Little Man’ Paul Zachary and the Dixon County War — in roughly two weeks as an eBook. And I’ll, of course, be saying more about the book in the coming days and once it’s published; all in an effort to con as many of you as possible into buying.

Living life without a cuttting-edge rifle

As I’ve publicized wider and wider my desire to get some of my novels published, I’ve gotten lots of questions about how all this may go down from friends who didn’t know about this aspect of my life.

Many say they’ve thought about writing a book and seem to hope I just recently had the same idea and made it happen. Well, unfortunately that’s not how it happened.

I started writing fiction when I was 13. I vividly remember the exact place where I sat and how awesome it felt to leave the boredom of my room and enter a world more than a hundred years in the past. A world where Native Americans in the West were threatened by the encroachment of settlers.

And for 18, incredible pages, I scribbled with a pencil exactly how I fearlessly fought these white SOBs, who were killing buffalo and taking my land. Yeah, I was using a cutting-edge rifle that gave me an edge — and probably never truly fell into Native American hands — but it didn’t matter.

I was no longer the little boy who worried constantly about being bullied and dreamed too much while sitting in his room. I was suddenly a proud warrior wreaking havoc and easily picking up women.

And I’ve pretty much never stopped writing. I soon started a book after the Native American novel that’s about wolves in the wild. In it, a young pup works to earn respect and grow into the pack leader. It reads quite similar to “Call of the Wild,” a favorite of mine when I was a kid, but it again served to teach me some of the trade.

So when I hear people say they’ve been want to write a novel, I hesitate. I don’t want to discourage them, but but this shit isn’t easy. And even after 20 years and more than 40 projects — most unfinished — I still struggle to write. When you’re new, the words fly. You’re a genius.

Heh. Back when I was 21 or 22, I got a call back from an agent on a novel I’d finished, and when he asked me to rework part of it and make a change, I scoffed and literally said “no.” I had such confidence that my book was a work of art and perfect that I was completely inflexible.

Now, how stupid was that? But, when you’re that young and confident, the writing’s easy. It’s also mostly shit.

And so as you get better, you get more and more critical, and suddenly you can’t stand your writing. And novels that once seemed fun to tackle seem daunting and unimpressive as you finish them.

This is a hard stage to push through — even for successful authors.

So, while I joke about making it big on my blog and to my friends, that’s almost always far from the realty.

You only have to read Robin Mellom’s story to know how difficult the road will almost certainly continue to be. (Her story is all to familiar to those of us who’ve been laboring for decades to catch a break.)

But even though the chance of earning a living from writing fiction is somewhere between slim and none, that won’t ever stop me. One, I’m still that young 13-year-old dreamer. And two, I’d write all I’ve written and 10x more for nary a dime. Because when you’re writing, you’re alive. And if you’re a writer and you’re not writing, you’re miserable. You’re testy and antsy and your wife wants to kill you.

Worst of all, you’re probably desperately needing to escape this brutal world we live in and enter a world where life makes sense and happy endings generally happen. Where a man wins the woman — in the end — and nabs the bad guy, too.

So, since this is real life, I know the path to success in the fiction world will hardly prove easy. It probably will never prove rewarding. But that won’t keep me from continuing this odyssey.

It’s just too bad I can’t instantly pick up a cutting-edge rifle in real life. Or be about a foot taller. : )