Dan Baldwin on Publishing Agreements

 Donis here. My friend Dan Baldwin is a writer extraordinaire. He writes fiction and non-fiction, self publishes and publishes traditionally, ghost-writes, and co-writes. He does podcasts and YouTube appearances and puts out an incredibly informative blog blast. Safe to say that when it comes to writing, Dan's been there and done that. I found last Sunday's blog particularly interesting, so I asked his permission to reproduce it here at Type M. If you'd like to check out Dan's work and/or get on his mailing list, his website address is www.danbaldwin.com. You can contact him at baldco@msn.com

Publishing Agreements and

“We’ll Take Care of It from Now On."

by Dan Baldwin

When you hear the above phrase from a traditional publisher, consider the real meaning: The “it” refers to important rights to the work you have labored over, worried over, and might be just about to hand over to a stranger. Before signing a contract, have your IP attorney read it and advise you on signing or no way in hell do you sign this.  

For example, the clause below is a direct transcript of just one section of a clause from a contract I received from a traditional publisher. This one clause referred to television rights.

(b)       Additional Subsidiary Rights.  Author hereby grants to Publisher the following additional subsidiary rights on an exclusive basis. The grant of any of these rights shall include the right to permit others (including, without limitation, Publisher’s subsidiaries and affiliated companies and Publisher’s or such others’ respective sublicensees or designees) to exercise such rights. The proceeds received shall be divided between the Authors’ and Publisher as specified:

                                                                                                  Author’s                            Publisher’s

                                                                                               Percentage                      Percentage

                                                                                                 50                                50

“Television and Motion Picture Rights” means the right to create adaptations of each Work in the form of television programs, motion pictures or other audio-visual works and to reproduce, distribute, transmit, broadcast and exhibit copies of such programs, motion pictures and audio-visual works and to publicly perform such programs, motion pictures and audio-visual works via network, cable or satellite television, in motion picture theaters, and via other media in any digital or electronic form or by any digital or electronic means (including, without limitation, in any database or any mechanical, electronic, digital, optical or other storage or retrieval system, via the Internet, satellite, cable or any other mechanical, electronic, digital, optical or other distribution system, on any computer system or intranet, and on or via any storage or recording device, whether now known or hereafter developed, including any computer chip, memory chip or device, CD-ROM, digital audio tape, compact discs, or DVD), in any language or languages throughout the universe.

That was one of those no way in hell am I going to sign that agreements. Essentially the clause took the rights to my “it” away from me.

I responded respectfully, but forcibly, that the contract would be limited to publication of the single book in question and not to any further works of those characters, settings, and so on and so on. It’s my work; I decide which rights to grant and which to keep.

What was the publisher’s response?

“Okay.”

That was it. No big deal. You can’t blame the publisher, really. Acquiring as many rights as possible is part of their job. It’s not only a part of the writer’s job to hold on to as many of those rights as possible, it’s his duty.

As the author of a work you (1) don’t have to give away all your rights to your own work just to get published, (2) you can negotiate with a publisher, and (3) signing a bad contract can be much worse than not having a contract at all. If you want to give away some or all your rights, that’s your business, but make sure it’s your decision to do so. But, when reading the clauses in your contract, invest the time to ask one of my favorite questions. “Why is this a good idea?” If you can’t arrive at a satisfactory answer, it’s time to put down your literary foot and start negotiation. Wheel ‘n deal. It's okay to give a little to get a little. But don’t give away the farm just to see your name on the cover of a book.

Quote of the Day: “Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Recommended Reading:  Literary Law Guide for Authors by Tonya Marie Evans and Susan Borden Evans 

You Can't Go Home Again

by Thomas Kies

Thomas Wolfe wrote the novel You Can’t Go Home Again. 

I saw just how true that is when, a few weeks ago, I went back to where I spent most of my formative years.  I’ve been aching to go back to see the places where I grew up, places where many of my fondest memories originated, places that made me smile. 

Well, I did that. First of all, it’s not easy to get from here to there.

I booked a flight from where we live now to where I used to live. Our closest airport is an hour away and the flight was wheels up at five in the morning.  Want to guess how early I had to wake up to get there on time?

Then a three-hour layover in Charlotte.  Time enough for breakfast and a snooze at the gate.

Upon arriving in Rochester, New York, I rented a car and drove two hours to get to Corning, New York, where I was born.  By the way, that hospital where I drew my first breath is long gone. I think there are condos or apartments there now.  

That night, I had dinner with two of my cousins and their spouses.  I hadn’t seen them since we were all children, so it was delightful to catch up.  The only downside was Sorges, the restaurant where I really wanted to dine, had closed a few years earlier.  It was where I had my first real Italian meal, spaghetti and meatballs, and it was sheer perfection. 

Then the next day it was rainy so my brother, who lives up there, and I went driving.  We went to look for our grandparents’ old house, a cottage on the shore of a tiny lake in the Finger Lakes region.  We found it, kind of.  It had been torn down and a new house was in its place.  

This was where, as a child, I could let my imagination run wild.  During the winter, there were hardly any other people living on that lake so I could hike and explore.  I could be a pirate, a pioneer, a spy. It was where I tried to write my first mystery using my grandfather’s old Remington rand typewriter.

But this was now a lake of tourists and second-home owners. The house where I’d grown up was gone.

The nearest town to that lake is Tyrone. It’s a place so small, there isn’t a stop light or a stop sign. There was one tiny store there, Ray Dann’s.  It was where we could get gasoline for the boat.  It was where I could get an ice-cold bottle of Coke and a popsicle. It was a place where you could buy bologna and bait, fishing lures and Wonder bread, tires and milk.  

It was closed.  The windows were broken, and the place was gutted.

On my final day, I drove past the house where my first wife and I lived. It’s on a quiet rural road. We were there when all three of our children were born.  It was so tiny.  But it was warm in the winter and let the sun in during the summer. It was where I would write my first published short story.

But as I drove by, the windows were covered in dark fabric, and No Trespassing signs were all over the place.  “Meth lab,” I muttered to myself as I stopped and stared.  Then I drove up to the corner to turn around and head back to my hotel.

Driving back past our old home, someone got into a black truck parked in the house next door.  They followed me until I got to the parking lot of a fire house where I stopped and recalibrated the GPS on my phone (all the roads were updated and changed).  The truck pulled up next to me, the window slid down, and a rough character wearing a doo-rag growled, “You lost?”

I explained that I lived there forty years earlier and was just looking around, gathering memories.

“Where you headed?”

“Back downtown.”

“Want directions?”

Dear God, no.  I held up my phone.  “Got them, thank you.”

Nope, you really can’t go home again.

So, I had a chance to catch up with two wonderful high school friends I haven’t seen in 50 years, had dinner with my cousins, and caught up my brother and his family.  I took a boat ride on Seneca Lake, walked down Watkins Glen, and tried counting all the wineries that have thrived in that region since I left, so many years ago. So, many wineries. 

It’s all changed.  As it should.  

The setting of my new book is in that region of New York, and it was good to see the places I’d written.  I’d gotten those right. 

And my old hometown, Dundee?  It quite literally looks the same. The school, the bowling alley, and the library, none of them were much different than when I left fifty years ago. Almost like something from a Twilight Zone episode.

Then I flew home, where I live now.  This is home. 

Messages From The Cosmos

 I'm not a woo-woo type of a person. But sometimes, things that defy explanation cause me to acknowledge a realm beyond our physical reality. The veil between our world and the supernatural lifts briefly, though enough, to make me wonder.

 

When I'm asked to speak on this subject of weird occurrences, the first example I share involves Kathy Krouse, the girl in the circle of the B&W photo. The picture is of my 8th grade science class in Las Cruces, NM. I'm somewhere to the right, out of frame. Though she and I were classmates, we weren't more than casual friends. Before high school, her father accepted a job in Houston and Kathy moved there. After that, I never heard about her. 

Then in the summer between my junior and senior years, I was strolling along Alameda Boulevard when I spotted someone in the distance walking toward me. The person was so far away I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, much less discern their identity. But for some reason, I had this thought: "That's Kathy Krouse." Sure enough, it was. When she got close, she said, "You won't believe this, Mario, but when I first saw you from way back there, I knew it was you." We were both astonished. Was this an instance of clairvoyance, of a telepathic connection? Who knows? Then we continued on our separate ways and never saw each other again.

 

                                           Screenshots from Youtube video of the crash

 The second example is less cheery. In March, 1973, l visited Holloman Air Force Base in Alamogordo to see the USAF aerial demonstration team, the Thunderbirds, who at the time, flew F4 Phantoms. The airshow included an open house of the airfield facilities. Inside one of the hangars, sat an F4 belonging to the base tactical wing. The strange part was that every time I approached this aircraft, I felt how the air was ice cold. When the electronics of these jets are powered up, they build a lot of heat and so an external air conditioner is frequently attached to keep things cool. But there was no such unit. I waited nearby to see how other people reacted and noticed I was the only person who seemed to notice this bubble of freezing air around this particular aircraft, the only F4 on static display. What was going on?

Later, when the show started, disaster. On take-off, when the Thunderbirds closed tight into formation, two of their F4s collided. One continued upward, while the other fell to earth and exploded. Its pilot ejected safely. As I reflected on what I'd witnessed, I decided that the cold air around the F4 in the hangar, of a similar type to the doomed jet, was a premonition of misfortune. What else could explain this bizarre and grim incident? From this I concluded that the cosmos would warn me of big trouble. Which turned out not to be true.

Years later, something horrific occurred in my family. I'm reluctant to talk about it for several reasons. It was something so shocking and shameful that my siblings and others in my immediate family kept it to ourselves. I don't share what happened since to talk about it seems to either trivialize or exploit the tragedy. Then there's the fact that we all have had to confront great trauma and heartbreak, and I don't want to give the impression that what I suffered is worse or more damaging than anyone else's pain.

 

Which leads me to my sister Sylvia's new book, The Trailblazer's Handbook: Practical Tactics to Rise Against the Odds and Achieve Excellence, chronicling her journey from the dirt streets of New Mexico to the C-suites of Silicon Valley: as a rocket scientist; one of the first Hispanics to earn a master's in engineering from Stanford; appointed as White House Commissioner; CEO of the Girl Scouts of America; on the Qualcomm Executive Board of Directors. In the book, she reveals the tragedy, becoming the first of us to go public with what happened. Sylvia did so to explain her journey of growth and self-actualization and that coping with the tragedy was but one obstacle--albeit a significant one--that she had to learn how to navigate. 

So what is the supernatural angle? It's this. The book's release date of September 3, is exactly forty years to the day from the tragedy, a time that has loomed over us since 1985. Given all the variables, this has to be more than coincidence. So what is this message from the cosmos? I don't know.

 

My sister, smiling as she unboxes her books, showing that while we never move past tragedy, we cannot let it define us or rob us of the joys life can still bring.

 

 

 

Deadlines and Short Stories

 by Sybil Johnson

I have a love/hate relationship with deadlines. Having one gets me writing more consistently, but it also stresses me out. Doesn’t matter if it’s a self-imposed deadline or one that comes from a contract.

Currently, I am trying to get a short story finished to submit to the Malice Domestic anthology, Murder Most Senior. Deadline is the end of August.

I have an idea that I like and that I think fits in with the anthology theme. Not sure, though, that I will finish it in time to submit it. So I’m a little stressed out right now. Plus I have cataract surgery coming up next month so that's fun

I have decided to just keep on plugging away, doing the best I can. Even if I don't make that deadline, I'll have a story that is pretty close to being done that I can submit somewhere else.

Speaking of short stories, my story “Mini-Mart Sleuth” is out now in Black Cat Weekly #207. The issue came out on Black Cat Appreciation Day, which seems appropriate for the magazine. I am very happy to have it published there and thrilled to see my name on the cover along with other contributors. There’s also an illustration at the beginning of the story, which I was not expecting. Pretty cool to see that as well.

 

I really enjoyed writing this one. It was rejected multiple times from 2 anthologies and a couple other places before finding its home at BCW. I didn't change it too much over that period, just tweaked it here and there. Whatever I did seems to have worked because it got accepted.

It’s published in epub and pdf formats only. For more info and to purchase the issue ($2.99 USD):  https://blackcatweekly.com/b/l7OQ9

If you're into writing short stories BCW is also runing a short story contest. Details here. https://blackcatweekly.com/b/gue0P Deadline is September 30, 2025.

 I better get back to writing. I shall listen to harp music while I’m working. That always calms me down and helps me focus.

How Far?

 by Charlotte Hinger

The job market is changing. More than a few friends and family have been beating the bushes for jobs. This includes people with degrees and an awesome work ethic. 

One I especially admire was a young woman who was let go very unexpectedly from a job she had held for 10 years. She wasn't particularly treasured at this place. She was a (token)woman in a STEM field. For that matter, she didn't just love the company. Their philosophy was a bit on the dinosaur side. 

But a decent salary is a decent salary. If you don't believe this, try going without it. 

She took any job she could find: housekeeping, dog-walking, driving for Amazon, Ubering, child care. These little jobs paid the bills. It went on for a year and a half. Then lo and behold at a job fair she was invited to interview with a fabulous company who hired her on the spot at twice the salary she had earned previously. She sparkled and got promoted and promoted. 

But during the time she was wandering in the wasteland, I marveled at her ability to keep trudging along. Applying for jobs. Applying for jobs. Applying and applying.

I call this "chaining the black dog." Earnest Hemmingway referred to periods of depression as "Black Dog Days."

Today, so many writers are accepting a bitter reality. They will never be published by one of the houses that dominate the market. Black dogs threaten their well-being.

So they do the sensible thing and turn to one of the variations available: self-publishing, independent publishing, hybrid publishing. The reading public is the winner. Books that deserve to be published and wouldn't be through the traditional route are available. 

The biggest barrier to writers going the nontrad route is money. It costs. A lot if a hybrid publisher is involved. There are scams galore. 

There's a way to do it for free. Or nearly so: Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing. KDP.

So why wouldn't an aspiring writer go that route? It's really really hard work, that's why. And most of us don't know what we are doing.The experience will help writers understand why books cost so much money. What do you actually know about book design, font size, spacing, cover art? Probably nothing. 

I've only had one experience with self-publishing. I helped an elderly priest publish his memoirs. Working with KDP was tedious, but worth it.

Now there is a cottage industry of people whom you can employ to do all the aspects of creating a book. I met a lady last Sunday who is a graphic designer for independently published books. I would hire her in a heartbeat. 

How much work are you willing to do to getting a book published? Is it more important to you to save money or time? Or are you nervous about creating an inferior product?

Why this mystery writer also works as a private investigator

I want to write incredible stories about interesting people in wild, dramatic situations with deep thoughts and insight, and flash action scenes. But I'm a writer sitting in a basement room. Just me. Where can I get workable ideas? From my books and references, from the internet, from messages, yes. But, there's NOTHING like the real world.

 The real world isn't crazier than you imagine. It's crazier than you can imagine.

 I think you need to be out there. Yourself. In Person. With all your senses alive and collecting information, shades of meaning and real human feelings, reactions, speech, and tragedies. Cramming human experience deep into your writing subconscious.

 If you want to write police procedurals, try volunteering at a local police department. Maybe go to a mall (one that is still open) and study people. The population at 9 AM is a lot different than the population at 9 PM. Go to a shooting range to study gun people. Go to a gay pride parade or Walmart to see all sorts of things. Go alone (being mindful of risk) so you can't hide behind someone and have to deal with the experience personally. Be careful of who you stare at and who you photograph. Go out there, then sit with a coffee and a bearclaw with three other writers who are doing the same thing and gossip about meaningful things.

So, how do you get PI experience? Not by reading PI fiction. Most PIs I read aren't that real. PIs must pay rent, taxes and food, They spend money on databases and indexes. They invest in ongoing education, and they study. They belong to PI groups and trade experience with other PIs. The field is broader than you realize. There are many working PIs out there who work at the thin level of fiction.  I know PIs who are true professionals and who have amazing experience. So, how do you tap into that?

Some States have straightforward licensing requirements, and many offer a good starting point. Colorado did, but doesn't now for political reasons. I started by reading the State material about Standards of Practice, Colorado Revised Statutes (laws), especially on privacy, stalking and business ethics. Then I discovered the State PI exam was open book! So I built a notebook with all the State-recommended references, studied a little, took the test. Missed one dubiously-worded question. I bought E&O (Errors and Omissions) liability insurance, posted the New-Guy Surety bond, and I was in. So, I found office space to rent, bought a computer and furniture, and designed a website. Glass Key Investigations, named after a Dashiell Hammett novel.   D4C.*

I got cases. I learned tough business lessons and I formed interesting friendships and business relationships. I learned things the novels and topical books never tell you. People have problems that affect them deeply, cases can be messy, clients this real PIs are like CSI and will solve their case in 60 minutes. And you learn people can treat each other horribly.

 I've "met" a millionaire's wife who did sex shows online at 2 AM for small change. They called her Queen, she called them Slaves. I located a Hispanic man who fathered a child out of wedlock and discovered he has four other children by three other women. Never married. Doubtful citizenship. He thought bedding women was a mandatory cultural expression of his manhood. I investigated a man who ran a shady business and who fathered two children by a woman who had lived rent-free in one of his barely acceptable houses for several decades. Paying rent the old fashioned way. And he lives in a really nice new house. His business couldn't deliver that much income. To use a Thai expression, he is "unusually rich". My imagination can work on that statement. Book fodder.

 Perhaps my imagination could invent similar characters, but they wouldn't be real enough for my stories. Working as a PI, I meet interesting people, and my characters and plots benefit from that experience. So can yours. Get out there.

*D4C Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

SP/MC

Big Fish, Little Pond

Oklahoma Promotin'

 Donis here. Since my fellow Type M-ers are musing about promotion, allow me to share an excellent  piece of advice I received many years ago. When my first book, The Old Buzzard Had It Coming, was just about to come out in 2005, I asked my beloved editor Barbara Peters what she thought would be the most effective actions I could take to publicize my work. (Keep in mind this was before the great flowering of social media.) Attend Bouchercon? Do a national tour? Hire a publicist? Her advice was to concentrate on activities in Oklahoma, where the book is set, and environs – at least at first – because readers are always interested in reading about a place they recognize and people they are familiar with. This advice had done me well. Over past past decades I have attended conferences all over the country and done book tours all over the U.S. I receive fan letters and notes from everywhere in the wide world, but when I do anything in person, I always draw a bigger audience when I'm in my home territory of Oklahoma and its sister states of Kansas, Arkansas, and Texas. The only book in the Oklahoma-set series that did better here in Arizona, where I live, than it did in Oklahoma was The Wrong Hill To Die On, which was set in ... you guessed it ... Arizona.

So here is what I'd advise any author early in their career who asked me about promotion. Concentrate your efforts on whoever is your audience. My books are regional and seem to strike the loudest chord with those who are familiar with the region, though I get a fair number who are simply fascinated with life in pre-World War I America. If I were writing a series about a gourmet chef, I'd be hunting out foodies. Fashion for fashionistas, racing for race aficionados, genealogy for family historian, apple farming for Washingtonians. This is not to say that others won't be delighted by your brilliant plotting or gorgeous prose, and as time goes on it's very good to expand your publicity efforts to a broader audience. But since there's only so much time and money to go around, spend it to build your base, especially when you're starting out. 

DIY Experimentation

by Catherine Dilts

I’ve noticed clever graphics on social media by fellow authors. I wondered whether they were developed by their publishers. Or if they were making so much money, they’d gone and hired publicists.

I’m a save-a-buck kind of gal, modeled after my cheapskate mother. I was certain an intrepid person could DIY the heck out of their own promo graphics. But the thought of taking photographs, or locating free or very cheap images to use without violating copyrights, was daunting. Plus all the fiddling around with text and formatting. Ugh!

My daughter Merida Bass works with pencil on enormous works of fine art, but is also becoming quite adept at graphic arts. She had the potential to do these bits of promotional art, but I hesitated to take more time from her crammed schedule.

Then we both zoom-attended a webinar for the local Sisters In Crime chapter. Voila! The mystery was revealed.

A first attempt at promo graphics for my traditionally published debut novel.

I typically avoid talks that are basically advertisements for services. Some folks here have heard me whine about everyone and their Aunt Harriet making bank off publishing, except for the writer. Particularly when you delve into the world of self-publishing, although traditional pubbing is not immune from authors paying for editing and publicity services.

Kathleen Sweeney from Book Brush Inc. pitched her company with a detailed demo. During the webinar, I texted Merida, who was zooming from her home. She’s the artist creating covers for our co-authored series. I asked whether she thought this was worth the price.

“I can do this on Canva,” she typed back. But the question was, did she want to? Before the end of the talk, she signed up for the service.

Sunday morning, I had a chance to play around with Book Brush. You definitely need to be a bit computer savvy. But it’s delightfully easy once you tackle that rather mild learning curve.

I’m still more interested in writing. I loathe the business and promo end of publishing. But I also believe in my work. I definitely can’t afford to purchase every shiny new object promising to make writers buy-you-own-island famous and wealthy. I’ll do everything I can manage on my own.

This service fits my DIY personality. Not for the book cover creation. My artist daughter will still create those. But for all the branding and promo bits, this feels like a game-changer. Including promoting my traditionally published novels.

This week, I’m attending a Rocky Mountain Mystery Writers of America meeting. The topic: Audiobooks. Tom Farrell’s talk will be less sales-pitchy, I’m sure. He’s going to give us info, share his experiences, and doesn’t have a service to sell.

Becoming a published author was an eye-opener. Hardly anyone gets publicity they haven't generated themselves. Traditional or self-pubbed, selling books under either banner are both are DIY projects. Maybe, after over a decade being a published author, I’ll finally get the hang of this business. Or not. Time will tell.

A promo image for the YA co-authored with my daughter

Point of Sale

 by Thomas Kies

Most of us have been there.  You go to a planned book signing at a library or a bookstore where nobody has heard of you and you- and maybe your spouse- are the only ones there.  Where it’s so quiet you can literally hear the clock ticking in the next room.  Where everyone avoids making eye contact with the author. 

Or at a book event or authors’ fest where there may be a dozen other writers, but once again, the audience is sparse, and you’ve just spent six hours of your life staring into space.

Those are humbling experiences.

So, I get a lot of requests for attendance, but I’ve become much more selective.  Let’s face it, time is a precious commodity.   

One of the events I do attend is something called the Olde Beaufort Farmer’s Market.  Now, admittedly, this sounds like it could be lame.  Can you really sell books in the same location that feature fruits, vegetables, and crochet animals?

Yeah, at this one you can.  At one point Beaufort was named the coolest small town in America. It’s got a vibe.  And the Farmers Market isn’t’ just for farmers. It’s also got some very eclectic items on sale, like gourmet coffees, baked goods, fine arts, cool jewelry, funky clothes and, of course, shrimp. We are, after all, on the coast of North Carolina. 

During the summer, this is an event that takes place every week, but once a year, they ask local authors to attend. I love this event.

This past weekend, I went through cases of my novels.  The people who attend this event are both locals and tourists, both of whom come to spend money.

Yeah, you still have to work the crowd.  You have to make eye contact.  If they look interested, you ask them, “Do you like mysteries?”  If they say no or tell you they don’t like to read, send them packing. They’re not going to read your books. 

If they say “yes”, you’ve got them.  Engage them in conversation, tell them about your books, how you came to create your protagonist, the writing process, and what makes your books special. Try to do it with humor and humility. 

Accent on the humor. 

What’s fun is if they’ve heard of you or seen your books somewhere before. 

There was one woman, when she spotted a poster featuring my first book, Random Road, rushed to my booth with her friends and exclaimed, “I just read that book.  Are you really the author?”

I live for those moments.  She kept telling everyone around us how much she enjoyed the novel and then proceeded to buy the rest of the books in the series.  

And then there was the group of young ladies in the early part of a celebration of their friend’s looming nuptials.  Seeing the future bride, I gave her a signed copy of Random Road as a gift and told her, “Here, you can take this on your honeymoon.”

The group broke out in laughter.  She smiled at me and purred, “If nothing else, I’ll read it by the pool.”  Two others in her entourage bought books. 

Obviously, it helps if you’re an extrovert, which I am, and enjoy talking with people. What I also love is that if they buy one book, they’ll order more.  I always see a spike in online sales after this event. 

Make sure you can take credit cards; more and more people don't carry cash anymore.  And more than once, a younger buyer asked if I use Venmo.  I don't, but I might have to take a look at it. 

So, I try to be selective these days when and where I spend time with my books. But I also try to keep an open mind.  You never know where there will be an unexpected success. 

Novella Finished and Out With Beta Readers

By Shelley Burbank

Happy Friday, Friends! 

How's your summer going so far? Have you written all the words, read all the books, soaked up all the sun, splashed in the lake or ocean, cooked up some burgers or portobellos on the ol' grill while fireflies danced and sparkled in the long grass on the side of the road? 

For me, this past month has been all about revising Strawberry Moon Mystery. Early beta reader response has been positive overall. I'm hoping with a few tweaks and changes, I'll be able to make it available to readers by the end of September, latest. The more I learn about indie publishing, the less appealing it is, but I'm at this stage where it makes the most sense, at least with this novella.

I'm going to price it fairly high because it's either that or give it away for nothing some other way. Here's my thought: my readers, the readers I'm hoping to attract, will be willing to pay $5.99 for a 120 page ebook. I know the common wisdom is to price it low, but you know what? I think that just signals a lack of confidence and a sense of my work's worth. I haven't decided yet on the print cost, but I think I'll keep in in line with the other two books in the series at 19.99. (It would be so much easier if we could just round up to $20! Especially since we are getting rid of the USA penny! Are any of us REALLY fooled by the .99 on the end of pricing?)

Creativity Webs

Lately I find myself wanting to focus on multiple creative pursuits: learning to crochet granny squares, reading ancient and world history and Guam history, catching up on classic literature I've missed, and continuing to explore art techniques and art journaling. All this plus more story ideas than I can handle. It feels as if I'm spinning a complex web of creativity and getting myself tangled up in all the threads. 

How do you balance your creative life?

I think one way, moving forward, will be reducing my screen time. It's so easy to fall into a nightly television habit. I'm more productive in the mornings, but I could spend my evenings reading the history and literature and knitting/crocheting. One idea was to create a cozy reading space, and so I bought a beautiful, cheery yellow lamp to sit beside a chair in my living room.

I'd like to add a pretty blue and yellow print to the shade if I can figure out how to do it properly. And yes, that's the same knit dishcloth I started months ago. I looked for some floral artwork at the local Salvation Army Thrift Store with no luck, but I was in a hurry. I'll get there again soon and take my time poking into odd corners.

Facebook, Shmacebook

As I'm about to begin "marketing" the novella, Facebook is once again on my iPhone. Am I pleased with this development? No. Simply, no. Hopefully I've figured out how to use the platform without it using me. I hop on. I post. I skeedaddle. No scrolling. Very little hitting the like button. Even less commenting. 

This makes me a "freeloader" and I don't care! 

Hope you have a wonderful week and final weeks of summer. See you in the fall!

Shelley

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[A version of this blog post appeared on my private blog, Shelley's Journal.

Creepypasta and more

 by Sybil Johnson

Today it’s random thoughts day for me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a writer or if everyone has random thoughts throughout the day. I pretty much have them when I’m driving or walking or watching TV or reading a book or.... Something catches my attention and I feel the need to look it up or make a note. Sometimes I get stories out of them, sometimes I just find them interesting. Here are some of my most recent thoughts:

Creepypasta – I was watching an episode of the French crime series, The Art of Crime, and they mentioned creepypasta. What? I double-checked the English subtitles (I don’t know French) and, sure enough, it said “creepypasta” all one word. The episode was set in the world of ballet. Students at a ballet school were scaring each other with what they called creepypasta videos. They’d dress up as a Degas ballerina statue that was rumored to come to life and scare the crap out of each other, then post it on the internet.

What is this, I thought? Is this a thing in real life or made up for the episode? So I looked it up. Turns out it’s real. A creepypasta is any horror story or video that is posted to the internet. The name comes from “copy and paste”. Not sure I get how that works, but that’s okay. I’m old. I may have to come up with a story that features creepypasta stories. Hmmm.

Cats of Disneyland – I love Disneyland. It’s my happy place. I always feel better after I’ve been there. I see ducks that live in the park all the time. I knew there were also cats who lived there, but I’ve never seen any of them. They generally come out at night and help keep the vermin population in check. A friend pointed me to this video about the cats. Made me smile. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLCoFx4Hrns

Pronouns – I recently read a book by John McWhorter, a linguistics professor, called simply Pronouns. I found it highly interesting, particularly the chapter on “they”. Worth a read. When writing a mystery, I don’t really want to use he or she for the murderer because that might give something away. Unless the police are absolutely sure the perpetrator is male or female, of course. I tend to use they a lot.

Hen pronoun in Swedish --- I’ve been “learning” Swedish for a while now. Still don’t know it well, but I am learning more and more each day. In the above book on pronouns, McWhorter mentioned that Swedish now has a “hen” pronoun for use when you don’t know the gender of a person or for someone who is non-binary or where gender doesn’t matter. I was not familiar with this at all. In my studies, they just mention han(he) and hon(she). Hen seems like a nice addition so I looked it up.

According to various sources on the internet, hen originally came into being in the 1960s, but did not reach the “masses” until 2012. It was officially added to the Swedish Academy’s dictionary in 2015. It was inspired by a Finnish pronoun which refers to anyone at all. This was an interesting article on its origins and current use: https://www.babbel.com/en/magazine/swedish-hen

 aibohphobia – This is the fear of palindromes. I saw this on Jeopardy! I really, really want this to be a real thing. Can you imagine having this fear and your name is Anna? Anyway, apparently the word was invented in response to a challenge to invent a new phobia. The word is, of course, a palindrome itself. No one has been diagnosed with this as of yet.

Murderbot Diaries – I recently discovered the Murderbot Diaries, a series of books by Martha Wells. I am currently in the middle of book 4 of 7. They are full of adventure. What I really like, though, is the personality of the Murderbot. I hear AppleTV has made a series out of the books. I want to finish the books before I watch it. I wonder if I’m going to enjoy it as much as the books. 

Those are my random thoughts for today. What are yours?

Colorado Book Awards

 By Charlotte Hinger

The Colorado Book Awards event was held Saturday, July 26. I was thrilled that Mary's Place was a finalist for the Historical Novel award. First place went to All Our Yesterdays, by Joel H. Morris. It's about Lady MacBeth and I'm eager to read it.

I was delighted to learn that an anthology, Ramas Y Raices, written by Type M's very own Mario Acevedo was also a finalist. It features the best of CALMA--the Colorado Alliance of Latina Mentors and Authors. There were twenty-four contributors. 

The Colorado Book Awards are very suspenseful for the finalist. All the finalists are revealed early, but the winner is not announced until that very special Saturday night. 

Winners from each category read a selection from their book and then gave thanks to people they wanted to acknowledge. The winner of the Creative Non-Fiction Award was Brandon Shimoda with The Afterlife is Letting Go. This book was also chosen as Booklist's one of the top ten history books of the year. No small feat! In fact, Shimoda has won quite a number of prestigious awards. 

Afterlife is about the Japanese American concentration camps during World War 11. All the reviews praise his research plus his ability to integrate his own family's history. 

Honestly, if he writes as well as he speaks this book must be outstanding. He literally broke my heart. Although Afterlife is based on the Japanese experience, he then referred to the terrors of the Israel Hamas War. Of course I was aware of the staggering toll on people, but he also pointed out the obliteration of libraries. 

Why had that not occurred to me? In a very short time, precious rare books have been destroyed and libraries reduced to rubble. Historical and family records no longer exist. 

I'm not sure I could breathe without access to a library.  

Alert the physicists!

 Michael Chandos

Alert the physicists! Time has changed. For me, at least. When I was a kid, sometimes time dragged by. Now, with me over 70, time flies by.  WHY?

When I graduated from college, I was in the Air Force. I traveled. Started a family. Bought cars and a house. Took the equivalent of online schools. Started a Masters program. But I still found time to write.

Strictly an amateur, I wrote for fanzines and online blogs, before they were called blogs. One was a Star Trek-inspired writing club organized like crew members on an Enterprise-type ship. Each contributing writer developed a character from Star Trek, complete with a bio, an image (which a talented member drew to our specification). I was an Andorian security and intelligence officer. A Redshirt. Then we picked a theme or mission scenario to write stories featuring our character. The "Captain" pulled the stories together into a spiral bound anthology for the members' enjoyment.

I started collecting background data on mystery and SF subjects, stored in boxes that I dragged through four successive house moves. Apparently, filing was optional. I still have a couple of the boxes of articles, pictures and notes. There's gold in there.

I left the service for the aerospace industry. I still took classes, but now I added live theater. I moved twice to new-to-us houses. I started Vintage Racing in a 1964 Formula car. I still wrote. I researched, wrote, pitched and sold a volume of military history. I sold my first SF story for 10 bucks.

I left industry for Federal Civil Service. More classes (Air War College), lots of travel, a new house, still racing, still doing theater, at a higher level, took college and professional theater courses. Got an agent, did commercials. Sold several mysteries, even one SF story to a Scottish publisher. Finally, retired from the 9-5.

Started a business, a private investigations LLC, just me. Was very busy. Licensed in two States. Sold the race car. Theater and travel tapered off. Bought a buy & die house that took a year of my time. I had my first professional sale to a mystery anthology, then 12 others, joined groups like the Mystery Writers of America.

Finally closed the business. 

Oh Boy! I was unburdened and had loads of time to write. Except I didn't. 

I was busy doing "stuff", like painting and repair. I did housework. Days passed like telephone poles seen from a train. I had to ask people or look at my phone to make sure I was aware of the day of the week. I didn't have a solid fix on the month or hour either. I did less writing. Less writing. Less sales. WTH.

I am sure some evil experiment or geophysical anomaly has altered time.

Anyone out there in contact with Einstein?

I'll Take Mine With a Twist

 Since good writers copy and great writer steal*, I'm always looking for good ideas to lift from other authors. Not plagiarism, of course. Heaven forfend! But when a piece of writing catches my eye, surprises and delights me, I want to know: How'd he do that? Because I want my books to surprise and delight as well.

I shall readily admit that I do the same thing when I see a good movie. I was telling a friend about the startling ending of Life of Pi, and to my surprise she said, "I don't like to be fooled."

Not me, baby. When it comes to storytelling, fool me once, I like it. Fool me twice and I'm a fan for life. Of course it depends on how you fool me. It has to be like a magic trick – the magician distracts you while the magic goes on right in front of your eyes. It must be that when you look back it was there all the time.

As a mystery writer and reader, I'm pretty hard to fool. This is one thing I discovered early on about writing mysteries – mystery readers know all your tricks. They've seen it all before. So if you can manage to surprise a dedicated mystery reader, you've really done something.

One of my favorite twisty movies was No Way Out, a 1981 thriller starring kevin Costner and Gene Hackman, based on a novel called The Big Clock, by Kenneth Fearing. Costner plays a naval officer named Tom who falls for a women who he later discovers is the mistress of his boss David Bryce (Hackman) – who happens to be the Secretary of Defense. When Bryce finds out she's seeing someone else, he accidentally kills the woman in a fit of jealously. To protect him, the Secretary's aide concocts a cover up. They'll blame the death on her secret lover, not realizing it's Tom. And to keep the whole affair classified and out of the papers, the aide tells the CIA that the murderer they're looking for is a Soviet agent called Yuri. Yuri's name has been bandied about as a deep undercover spy in the Pentagon for years, but most officials long ago came to the conclusion that he doesn't really exist. During a search of the murdered woman's apartment, the CIA finds an overexposed Polaroid on the floor, and a Pentagon systems analyst tells them he can have the computer reconstruct the photo within twelve hours. Tom knows the photo is of him, taken during one of his trysts. Now the clock is set. 

Then Bryce puts Tom, Costner's character in charge of the investigation. How Tom manages to get out of this predicament before the photo exposes him as the murdered woman's secret lover is pulse-pounding, to say the least.

But the best part is the twist at the end, and believe me, I never saw it coming. Just when you think it's all over, just as the whole plot comes out int the open and the bad guys are exposed...

But I can't spoil the twist. You'll just have to see for yourself.

And if you can figure it out before the end, kudos. You are a genius. Drop me a note and let me know.

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*I stole this quote. I wish I had said it, but it was T.S. Elliot.

Are we headed for self-destruction?

 Once more I have managed to miss my last Type M post day, so this time I decided that no matter how busy the summer is and how tired I am by the end of the day, I wouldn't miss my next Wednesday post.  This one will be brief. As a child psychologist, I have posted before about my concern about the erosion of basic thinking skills as we rely more and more heavily on technology. This is especially true of young people whose brains are still developing. In the early years, up to about age 7, the brain is expanding rapidly, making more and more connections to make all kinds of learning possible. After that, however, it begins to concentrate on those connections that are most needed and used, while cutting back on the connections that seem unimportant. It's a use it or lose it era. 

Two fundamental building blocks of cognition are attention and working memory, without which more complex thinking and analysis is impossible. Both have been seriously eroded by technologies providing superficial, rapid-fire stimulation. When was the last time you did mental math, when the calculator on your phone was readily at hand?

I first sounded the alarm when students began to use sources cribbed from the internet to cut and paste a jumble of ideas to produce an essay or project. I worried they would not learn to see the big picture and integrate ideas to see how they were connected. I also worried about the cellphone umbilical cord that tied young people too closely to their parents, so they didn't develop the self-confidence and problem-solving skills that come with doing things on their own. 

With the advent of AI, I am afraid that an entire generation will grow up barely learning to think, or feel, for ourselves at all. Recently, I've read several articles that convey the problem for better than me, and I share two here. They are long but well worth the read (for those of us who can still read for in-depth understanding). There were many more but I can't offhand find the articles. But this is a brief glimpse of the dangers ahead.

https://www.forkingpaths.co/p/the-death-of-the-student-essayand

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2025/jul/27/it-wants-users-hooked-and-jonesing-for-their-next-fix-are-young-people-becoming-too-reliant-on-ai

Bearing Fruit – On Your Own Terms

by Catherine Dilts

I picked my first tomato Saturday. Colorado backyard gardeners compare their efforts to other regions at their emotional peril. Seeing bountiful harvests on social media can be distressing. I have to remind myself, we have a short season, and harsh weather.

I’m celebrating my modest successes. I’ve been harvesting lettuce, zucchini and green beans. The snapdragons are finally blooming. Barring a hail storm, I’ll have a decent harvest of tomatoes.

Writing fiction can feel like a slog through a vat of molasses in January. Especially if I immerse myself in social media announcements. Everyone and their Aunt Harriet is getting published. They’re having book signings, and winning awards. Bushel baskets full of success! Or so it seems.

Being a serious introvert, just witnessing all this putting-yourself-out-there author activity stresses me out. And here’s where my gardening attitude needs to apply to my fiction writing.

Comparing yourself to others can cause depression, especially if you’re on the socials frequently. Fellow Type M for Murder author Shelley Burbank takes breaks from social media. This is a fantastic idea.

Focusing on your own path is healthier. Write that next story. Outline the next book in a series. Write a blog post, plan a book signing, or take a writing class. Give back to the writing community by teaching a class. Celebrating the success of other authors is a way to engage in the community in a positive way.

Along with my tomato, I have a writing success to celebrate. I can announce this now because the contract has been signed.

Real Cowgirls Like It Hot is scheduled for the November/December issue of Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. Set in modern day Colorado, rancher Katie is wrangled into judging a televised hot sauce contest at a mountain farmer’s market. Things heat up when a bottle of Banned in Hades hot sauce goes missing.

I’m celebrating by writing on the deck. Listening to hummingbirds, blue jays, and magpies, enjoying the summer heat and the blooming flowers, is inspiration to keep going.

Ten Commandments for Mystery Writers?

 By Thomas Kies

The first thing I write on the blackboard when I start teaching a creative writing class is “There Are No Rules”.

But in reality, there are…more or less.  While waiting to meet someone for a meeting in a coffee shop (he was fifteen minutes late), I was scrolling on my phone like every other patron in that place, and I tripped over the Ten Commandments for writing detective stories.  The rules were created by Ronald Knox in 1929.  He was a British author and theologian, and he was a member of The Detection Club, a group of writers that included Agatha Christie and G.K. Chesterton 

Let’s take a look at his rules and see which ones should be followed and which ones are a little dated.  Some of them have been broken, often enough to have become their own tropes. 

1- The criminal must be someone mentioned early on in the story.

This rule ensures fairness: the reader should have a chance to solve the mystery alongside the detective. No last-minute villains allowed

I agree with this, but I’ve read novels where the story was more character driven and the mystery was deep in the background. The bad guy wasn’t mentioned until the very end and there was no way the reader could have figured ‘whodunit’. 

2. All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course.

Mystery, not fantasy. The solution must be grounded in logic and reason, not ghosts or miracles.

There’s a whole genre of supernatural mysteries being written.  Many of them have become bestsellers. I believe Stephen King has broken this rule once or twice. 

3. Not more than one secret room or passage is allowable.

Secret passages were a popular trope in earlier Gothic fiction, but Knox believed overuse was lazy writing. One was permissible—barely.

I’m not crazy about secret rooms or passages.  That being said, I had a secret tunnel in my third book, Graveyard Bay. But it was just the one. I swear.

4. No hitherto undiscovered poisons may be used, nor any appliance which will need a long scientific explanation at the end.

This was Knox’s way of banning deus ex machina solutions. The science should be believable and understandable to the reader.

I just broke this rule.  I’ve written a dinner mystery for which our local community theater will soon be rehearsing, and I created a poison that will kill someone in exactly thirty minutes. That’s how much time the audience will have to figure out who in the dinner theater has the antidote.  

5. No Chinaman must figure in the story.

Though offensive today, this rule was aimed at discouraging lazy reliance on xenophobic tropes. “The mysterious Oriental” had become a cliché in early 20th-century fiction, and Knox called it out.

I would hope we’ve all moved past this by now. Keep your ethnic biases to yourself. The early James Bond books and movies have some pretty heavy stereotypes that include both racism and sexism.

6. No accident must ever help the detective, nor must he ever have an unaccountable intuition which proves to be right.

Detectives should solve crimes using intellect and deduction, not luck or “a feeling.”

This rule is broken all the time now. 

7. The detective must not himself commit the crime.

This rule was upended by later classics like The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie, but Knox felt it violated the trust between reader and detective.

The unreliable narrator has become its own trope. 

8. The detective must not light on any clues which are not instantly produced for the reader.

Again, fairness is key. The reader should see all the clues the detective sees, as soon as he sees them.

I’ve seen this rule broken multiple times very recently.  I loved the limited series called Residence on Netflix.  The detective Cordelia Cupp is delightful, but the most damning clues were withheld until the last episode.  The audience had no chance to figure out whodunit before then. 

9. The stupid friend of the detective, the Watson, must not conceal any thoughts which pass through his mind; his intelligence must be slightly, but very slightly, below that of the average reader.

The narrator, often a Watson-like figure, should be an honest but slightly naive companion—not a co-conspirator or red herring.

The sidekick must expose all of their conclusions, because they’re a mirror of ourselves. They ask the questions that we’re asking. This is a pretty good rule.  If anyone out there has an exception to this rule, let me know. 

10. Twin brothers, and doubles generally, must not appear unless we have been duly prepared for them.

Another safeguard against surprise cheats. The “evil twin” twist is only fair if readers had a fighting chance to suspect it.

And once again, this has become its own trope.  Didn’t the second “Kives Out” film, “Glass Onion” have a surprise twin in it? True the twin was announced early on in the movie. Plus, this really feels like it’s been ripped out of a soap opera.

Knox wrote these rules to be tongue in cheek, and now they’re broken all the time. As I assure my students at the beginning of our creative writing class, there are no rules.  But a mystery is a little like a written puzzle.  The reader wants the chance to solve the puzzle—to catch the killer.  It’s up to us, as writers, to lay down enough clues in the story where, at the end, the reader says, “Oh yeah…I should have seen that.” 

The one rule I think we all agree on is:  It should be a damned good story.

What rules do you have that you won’t break?

The Bedrock of the Publishing Industry

When it comes to books, we writers like to interview other writers, editors, literary agents, publicists, but how often do we pick the brains of those representing the bedrock of the publishing industry? Without whom, the entire enterprise would collapse? Who am I talking about? Readers! Or rather in this case, one particular reader, my neighbor Eric Knoll.

He and his wife Kathy (and their two sons) are front porch people, so we see each other quite a bit. Since Eric is usually huddled with a book, I got into the habit of asking him what’s he reading. From that, we’ve had many discussions about books and authors. Turns out, not only is he very knowledgeable about a wide range of books, he and I have similar interests, mostly crime novels and edgy nonfiction, and we’ve shared recommendations. So I used this opportunity for him to share his thoughts.

Eric, give us a bit of your background.

I’m 49 and was raised in Rockford, Illinois. It’s where the Sock Monkey and the band, Cheap Trick, came from. Aside from that, it’s a typical Midwestern town. Once it was a thriving manufacturing center but automation and NAFTA have gutted it. Sadly, because of high unemployment and crime, Rockford keeps popping up on those lists of worst American cities. I majored in English and for the next few years worked as a copywriter, substitute teacher, an associate at Whole Foods, barista and assistant manager at Starbucks. Kathy is a nurse and a career opportunity for her brought us to Denver. After more hopping from job to job, a friend suggested that I become a public school teacher, which intrigued me because then I could reconnect with my English degree. Interestingly, my father was a school teacher and though my mother had a BA in Education, she was a stay-at-home mom. After getting my teacher’s license, I roved about the metro area in various schools before settling in where I am now. I had taught English to 8th graders, but now teach in a pathway school, attended by students who haven’t had success in a traditional setting for a variety of reasons. This summer I’m completing my Master’s in Special Education. 

When did you start reading? What did you like to read then? How did those books and what else you liked to read influenced you and your outlook on life?

As a kid, I loved reading those Garfield books, comics, and the newspaper sports column. I suppose the book that really opened my eyes to the world was Jack Kerouac’s On The Road. His adventures seemed romantic and daring, especially considering my Catholic upbringing. From there, my interests kept growing. I’d keep my ears open for new titles or read author interviews to see what they had on their nightstands. I’m an avid follower of Goodreads and love to talk about books and music.

What are your favorite genres? 

 About 80 percent of what I read are novels, the other 20 percent are nonfiction. Of fiction, it’s mystery, thriller, and occasionally sci-fi or fantasy. Of nonfiction, it’s mostly historical. However, currently, I burned out on books about World War Two, there’s been so many.  

What makes you stop reading a book?

I read for escapism. I generally jump right in and go with the flow. I give a book about a hundred pages to reel me in but if I haven’t connected by then with either the characters or the plot, and no matter how sparkly the prose, I just stop reading.

What have been your all-time favorite books?

There have been many and I’ll start with the novel that hooked me because it’s so weird and well-written: Geek Love by Katherine Dunn. Other books include The Dharma Bums, also by Kerouac, The Name of the Wind and The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce, The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X and Alex Haley, and Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown.

I enjoy southern Gothic mysteries for their gritty, swampy atmosphere. Some of my favorite mysteries are from Joe Lansdale, Michael Farris Smith, SA Cosby, James Lee Burke, and the Australian writer, Michael Robotham.

For nonfiction, my go-to author is Erik Larsen. However, I can’t offer enough praise to The Johnstown Flood by David McCullough or Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams a biography of Dean Martin by Nick Tosches (combining my love of music and books).

What’s on your nightstand?

I just finished The Big Empty and thanks to Mario for introducing me to Robert Crais. Right now, I’m about halfway through Tell Me What You Did by Carter Wilson. Next up is Dead In The Water: A True Story of Hijacking, Murder, and a Global Maritime Conspiracy by Matthew Campbell and Kit Chellel.

Thank you, Eric, for your insights and adding to my TBR pile. Happy reading.

A Story Idea Developing in Real Time

As Recorded on a Facebook Post

by Shelley Burbank

One of the perennial questions readers ask authors is, "Where do you get your ideas?"

Well, the other day I accidentally recorded the exact moment when an idea--starting with a story title--occurred to me. Here's how it went: 

In past months, I've tried to wean myself off of Facebook and Instagram and had some success. However, as I'm in the end stages of revising my novella and the beginning stages of publishing and release it into the world, I'm back on the platforms a bit more because . . . that's where readers continue to be. 

As an experiment, I decided to ask readers a question about preferences regarding chapter headings. 

Post: Do you like numerical headings, ie. 1,2,3, etc. or catchy phrases? 

Commenter: Catchy phrases and numbers.

Shelley: Both??? Like 1. Call Me A Cabernet?

Note: I came up with that title on the spot, trying to think of something fun in the moment. Unfortunately--or fortunately--I ended up liking it. 

Shelley [A few seconds later]: I'm not drinking these days, but that's CUTE! I should use that sometime.

Note: Uh-oh. It's starting. 

Commenter: Yes! Or 1

                                    Call Me a Cabernet 

Shelley: Hmmmm. Much to consider. 

Shelley [looking at the title again]: Now I want to write an entire novella with that title. Damn. I don't need any more projects.

Shelley [now warming up, ideas flashing in brain]: It would be about a mid-life woman who makes a mess of things and decides to try out sobriety for thirty days and the wacky things that happen when she tried to avoid it. What could go wrong???

Note: I'm sorta laughing to myself and staring into space, imagining a scene or two, vague, vague.

Shelley [another flash goes off because I remember something I read on a Substack newsletter about appealing to agents/publishers by going the opposite of the expected.That would look like]: Or MAYBE I turn the story inside out and a sober-all-her-life good girl reaches middle age and decides to give DRINKING a try for 30 days, haha.

Shelley [Remembering her current WIP is waiting for revisions]: Okay, now you all see how my brain works in real time. Do not wish this on yourselves. I'm actually avoiding revision work.

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A day later. 

Do you know what is now happening? I can't stop thinking about this story and how much I want to write it and how it would be a fun novella and oh, maybe a SERIES of novellas--all stories with a booze-themed title but not idealizing drinking because, you know, it's not healthy in any way for our bodies but the covers would be soooo cute! And what is going on in my MC's life that sets her off on this weird adventure? A dare? No, too trite. Something. Something...

I'll keep working it in my brain for a few weeks or months or years, but I'm trying to not do that anymore. Too much time and the ideas get stale. Also, I'll do a little "recon" and see who's used that title in the past. I'm sure someone has. It's too delicious. 

Meanwhile, I have about two chapters left in my novella revisions and can finally send it off to my beta readers and hopefully they won't have too much in the way of objections. 

I've been looking up how to self-publish on Amazon's KDP. Partly I don't want to do it that way and have considered other options. I could use it as a reader magnet, perhaps, and give it away free to people who have already signed up for or will sign up for my newsletter. But really, I think it's time for me to explore the wild world of indie publishing. I'd love to find an agent and score a Big Five publishing deal, but I'm not holding my breath. 

I've never even tried to go that route. The process seems both daunting and SLOOOOWWW. But maybe someday, if I write the right kind of story. Meanwhile, it's probably gonna be indie-pubbing for me. 

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Anyway, I hope you found this entertaining and enlightening. Ideas just spring up out of nowhere, like the title, but then the brain latches onto something in the original idea and works at it, connects other information to it, expands it. It's like daydreaming, really. Anyone can do it. 

Writing, on the other hand, is the craft and discipline part. That's where writers are made, not in the ideas arena but in the craft arena. It's putting the sentences together and learning the right structure for a paragraph and making a ton of decisions about point of view, theme, narrative device, etc. 

Writing is a wonderful, challenging, fun, rewarding hobby and vocation. I'm not sure it's a great "job" these days, but for some, I guess, it does bring financial rewards, as well. I'm no longer holding on to any expectations in that regard, but if I were thirty years younger, maybe. For now, it's enough to have fun with it. 

Enjoy the remaining days of summer, all you lovely readers out there. You also make it fun.