Sunday, October 01, 2006

The Facts of Life

This is pretty cool. I say some stuff, a couple people come over and read it, and say stuff back. I haven’t broken anything yet, in spite of playing with all the various options -- did you know you actually have to enable anonymous commenters? Who knew? I struggled with the irony of that concept, let me tell you -- so I guess I’ll just keep on talking. Well, on the weekends anyway, because the rest of the week I’ve got things to do.

Speaking of talking, I have an older sister. I also have two younger sisters, but I’ll probably get around to them another day. They all live in another state. My older sister (I’ll call her Babs because that isn’t her name and, even better, she can’t stop me) has been calling me on the phone quite a bit lately. Maybe once a week. A noticeable increase from the usual once every month or so. Stoic Minnesotans that we are, that seemed quite sufficient, thank you. And during these conversations she invariably asks how the writing is going. Yeah, silly me, I told her I’m writing a book.

I’d reply with something like: Just fine, thanks. And how are the kids?

So the other day I finally asked her about it: Babs, what is with all the recent interest in my writing progress (or lack thereof)?

Babs [in her bossy yet supportive oldest sister voice]: Well, I want you to hurry up and finish it so it can get published.

Me [after a stunned silence]: Okaay, but you’re asking ONCE A WEEK. Just when, exactly, do you think this is going to happen?

Babs [impatient with my inability to see things her way]: I don’t know. Soon. Next spring?

So after I stopped laughing, I shared with her my take on the publishing business. It goes something like this:

Publishers of mass market fiction are a bit like pimps. Unlike the heroes in romance novels of olden days, they are just not interested in virgins. They want writers who have done it a few times. Writers who can do it consistently, time after time, and on schedule. Writers who can make the next time seem as good as the first time and look good doing it, no matter that they have a headache and hungry kids to feed and a dog grown fat and lazy from lack of daily walks.

Babs interrupted at this point to chide me for not walking the dog.

I continued, undaunted: They don’t care that you really want to do it, that you’re sure you’ll be good at it or at least get the hang of it after a few tries. Enthusiasm and good intentions don’t count.

Babs: But I’ve read some of your stuff and it’s pretty good.

Well, thanks. I think. But teasing and flirtation and short excerpts don’t count. They want finesse and polished technique and proof that a writer can make it all the way through to a completion that leaves the customer satisfied and ready to pay for it again next time they’re in town. And most of all, they want writers who can rake in the big bucks from lots and lots of happy repeat customers.

And the truth is, I’m a virgin with no regular customers. Haven’t even done it once yet. And those publishers, they’re going to want to see some proof. Word on the street is that I’ll probably have to do it quite a few times for free before they think I’m good enough to get paid for it.

It’s going to take a while.

And I’m working on it.

Between phone calls.

OK, so maybe I got a little testy there toward the end of the conversation.

Come to think of it, I haven’t heard from Babs since I explained to her the facts of publishing life as I see them. She’s probably walking her dog and counting her blessings that she doesn’t hear voices.

Either that or she’s devising a way to speed up the whole publishing process. I’m confident she’ll tell me what to do once she figures it out.

Hang on, the phone is ringing…


4 comments:

Jen-t said...

Yeah, I like your take on publishing, and it's so true. Everyone says they want fresh and new, but bottom line, they want something they know will sell, that means track record, history...but only if its fresh and new.

Mary said...

Well, can't you just act as if you're the ultimate media whore? Then all the publishers will flock to you as if you were an intelligent, cogent, and coherent equivalent of Paris Hilton.

babs said...

hey, bcb, you're yaking a few liberties with the facts here, are'nt you?! ( you thought maybe big sister wouldn't be watching?!) love ya, keep on writing (your book, that is.) babs

rssasrb said...

So funny. LOL. Love your take. From one virgin to another. And doesn't that feel strange to say after three kids.

Keep writing. You may be the exception. The writing virgin that makes big money first time out. And if not, so what. You'll have the book.

You support everyone else. Sending a little support back