When I first started the war journals, I didn’t have a single pro sale to my name. You guys have watched me work my craft, work that slush, going from none to one to dozens of sales. The best part of the road to fortune and glory is the trench victories and I recently earned another.
I got a book deal.
Okay, small yet loyal fanbase, before you get to celebrating with your boy, here’s the thing. I didn’t take it.
They were really nice people, I mean that, and while the royalty breakdown wasn’t overly generous, I thought it fair. The reason I didn’t take the deal boiled down to they wanted last and final say over editorial changes. Me? I’m used to contracts where editor and author agree upon changes. Sure, those contracts were for short stories but that kind of freedom allowed me to provide you guys with my own special blend of story sauce. I didn’t want the blend getting diluted and while the folks offering the deal promised not to tweak too much, I didn’t even wanna take the risk of the blend getting diluted.
So I’m back out in the breeze, guys. Back in these trenches.
I actually don’t mind that at all. I got my special blend with me. I got y’all, you folks that come around when I post because something’s stirring, whether it’s a new story published or new misadventure in this biz. Apparently both these things… the special blend and you fine folks who’ve always appreciated it… are really important to me.
Which is why I’m gonna self-publish the novel.
Self-publishing is definitely more adventure (and work!) than I originally signed up for or wanted. But I guess I already got what I wanted from the book deal… people from the gatekeeper side of the spectrum approached me and said, “Your novel, we dig it, we wanna make money on it.” Cool. I just don’t like gates, unless I’m deployed and on the base side of one. Then I’m a gate fan.
I suppose it wouldn’t be a war in the trenches if I didn’t try to take the hill every now and then. Stay tuned as this shakes out, as I attempt to take over the novel game without a publishing house to outfit me.