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Confession of an Indie Novelist

Cry Time is over!

I’m going to close out this year with a confession. There was a part of me that wanted to be done with writing. It’s so much work, you know? And not just the writing, the selling, that’s the herculean experience. And it was something I wasn’t doing, selling, not in record numbers or even moderate numbers. My novel was kinda just adrift.

I was running into a wall, problems of white noise and market saturation. Indie writers are legion. There are no barriers to entry. Plus, we’ve all heard the success stories, how nowadays the indies are forging ahead of the Big Name Publishers, getting huge fanbases and reaping fortune and glory. We all want that… if you don’t want that, you’re dreaming wrong.  Envision, a million indie writers trying to move five million books, attemping to wedge into a spot reserved for a handful.

I knew this going in. I was hoping to cut through a lot of the white noise by telling potential readers, “I’ve been published in F&SF, and Apex, and Daily Science Fiction, and Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show (making it a point to name drop Orson to catch some clout), and Lightspeed and Escape Pod and I made the Nebula Recommended Reading List and and and.” This was my way of saying, “I know a book from an indie writer is a crapshoot, it could be garbage so hot it melts your ereader or a brave bold crazy wonderful adventure… you should try me out because I’m vetted. I bring a resume of quality storytelling. Won’t you be my reader?”

Few cared. Even reviewers, which was my other ticket to express laning through the white noise. It’s one thing for me to tell you that my book is fun, savvy, quirky, edge of your seat action, and quite another for someone else to say “Holy smokes this rocked… buy it!” Turns out there’s only a very small dollop of reviewers who accept indie books for review. Nowadays most reviewers strictly go through NetGalley, which is quite expensive for a writer to use, I’m talking $400 for the basic option, $600 for NetGalley to place you in the newsletter… you know, showing folks you’re actually there on the site instead of you hoping that your fingers crossed is its own special brand of attractive magic.

Some of the indie reviewers were cool, most were supremely overbooked to the point of being temporarily closed to subs… I believe one guy had a backlog of 180+ books, I still put mine in the queue and don’t really expect to hear back until this time next year. And there were a few others that just didn’t wanna rock with me, take that book elsewhere, my resume be damned… they had permanently stopped reviewing indies because the aforementioned crapshoot wasn’t worth their time.

So I was running into a vicious loop of new readers not wanting to check me out because I had few reviews and reviewers not wanting to read the book because I was indie. It didn’t help that Beamon is a name that sounds like I should be catching footballs or running track, not writing fantasy and science fiction. I love my name, it’s mine, but it’s not writerly until I make it writerly. I look at this as a temporary strike, it only counts against me in the now but well, now is the time it counts. It felt as if very little, if any, of all the accomplishments I had made from the short story trade had converted into usable currency in this space. Don’t get me wrong, I did have some stalwart, Day One fans (thanks to you all!) precisely because of the short stories, but there are soooo many more days after day one and I started feeling them as sales clicked down to 0. My novel languished and for a brief time I just checked out… played some Bloodborne, watched some YouTube, didn’t check the bestsellers ranks or think about it.

And like any real writer, the ones forged of broken glass and duct tape, I came back. I wrote a couple of short stories that are making their way in the slush right as we speak, wrote a few chapters of the third book, got back down to the business. A writer has to write and no amount of commercial success or lack thereof is gonna keep a writer from doing it. Not until all their stories have been told. And mine are still there jockeying for position to be the next one out of my head, onto the page and into the world.

I had forgotten. I was calling myself a writer in the trenches but in the short story markets it felt like I had climbed out, that I was standing over the maze and catching all day sunshine. Sure, I’d still get rejections, but I was on a first name basis with many of the editors of the top magazines. Many of them I had been featured in, or been published multiple times. I felt accomplished, which is a great feeling but an impossible feeling to someone who’s claiming to be your brother in arms slugging it out in these slushpiles to achieve a slight modicum of recognition in print. It was no longer a slugfest for me, where I wrestled with self-doubt and self-rejection wondering what was wrong with my stories or if it was something else entirely.

Going into the novel world felt like starting over, going back into the trenches, back before that first ever SFWA recognized pro sale. Season’s Greetings that was a hard era! Yes, I used Season’s Greetings as an expletive. And here I am, ready to take this hill like I took the ones before this one, bigger hill or not. Overnight success probably doesn’t suit me anyway, it doesn’t have the visceral imagery of bloody knuckles clutching my final manuscript. Overnight success doesn’t make a rocking bio and I definitely want the rocking bio. And I guess to all the writers out there who are fledgling or still feel fledging, this blog is still a relevant voice when hearing the motivational words of authorities , the big names who have been big names forever, feels like getting advice from mom and dad about a world that’s constantly changing. Bloody and battered, I’m still here for you.

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A Villain Turns at DSF

I had to take a break from all the murdering I’m doing on Bloodborne to tell you guys to check out A Villain Turns Mad over at Daily Science Fiction.  For those of you who follow me, this is the second one of the series involving the self-professed villain named Dastard Fantastic.  The third one in the series is only available for those who’ve signed up for my mailing list… because that’s what a villain would do!  It’s not too late, sign up here if you like my comedy or dig Dastard Fantastic’s exploits or both!

For those of you who just found me out of some random webz stuff, welcome.  You may be lacking context.  You’ll want to start with A Villain Considers His Options.   Then you’ll be near caught up and ready for A Villain Turns Mad.

That’s it!  See you guys in whatever spaces we’ll congregate in the near future!

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War Journal 80: The Limited Release

I WANT YOU – to read my book!

So here we are, years of selling shorts to better and better markets, blogging across continents, 80 war journals documenting life in these trenches, and we’ve finally arrived at a public release of my novel.

I’m gonna keep this extra short and teaser free.  You folks who’ve read me kinda know how I story and the folks that may be new to me, whether because you’ve stumbled upon this post from LinkedIn or Twitter or my Amazon Author Page, well here’s the perfect opportunity for y’all to get to know me.  There’s about 95 copies left for free and then the site takes it down, so grab one before they’re gone.

You can find my debut novel Pendulum Heroes here.

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War Journal 78: My First Audiopub

Gather round, gristlers, for storytime.

Today I get to announce the completion of yet another side quest on my road to writer fortune and glory; my first time ever getting published in audio format!  My story “The Wind You Touch When You Run” is up and available for not only reading, but for listening over at Escape Pod.

This is one of those side quests that started out virtually nonexistent and then grew into a fire.  I guess that’s what happens when you go from hoping that somebody, just anybody will look at this thing you’ve drafted (some of my long timers will remember those days!) to growing into a quasi-vet.  As my horizon expands, new markets and new experiences in writerdom are my quarry.  I can report unequivocally that it felt absolutely electrifying hearing my story narrated.  The narrator, Dominick Rabrun, had one of the characters sounding like Grit Eastwood-Batman and it so worked!

Back to the story.  “The Wind You Touch When You Run” is about two black men, in a historical role reversal,  on a world where they are working as slave catchers.  I’m not going to go too much into what happens because, hey, you can listen to it (awesome!) over at Escape Pod.  I will say it’s full of not often talked about black history, real stuff that may surprise you.  The name of the story comes from a  Langston Hughes poem called Demand and the protagonist quotes a line from Southern Mansion by Arna Bontemps.  Southern Mansion really fueled the imagery of the story and since they’re linked and pretty convenient to get to, I highly encourage you folks to check these poems out.

Finally, I would be remiss if I didn’t shout out C.C. Finlay over at F&SF Magazine, who put early eyes on it and provided some really great suggestions which made the final story what it is.  He’ll never know how much I appreciated his editorial gaze… well, unless he comes over to the blog and sees me talking about how much I appreciated his editorial gaze.  Let’s just leave the compliment dangling out here on the webz and see if he finds it, shall we?

So get out of here folks… check out my first ever audiopub over at Escape Pod!

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