Tweets for the week of 2010-11-07

  • “I am a Tea Partier …” (http://j.mp/aA1PlP) – Vote on November 2nd. #
  • My daughter, the witch. http://flic.kr/p/8PBR5x #
  • #nanowrimo looms, and I seem to be out of soda. #planningfail #
  • A re-tweet for #NaNoWriMo This is How I Get it Done – http://bit.ly/cls22L #
  • This is, in fact, what she looks like all the time: RT @maureenjohnson: @lauracato as me. "I just stared." http://twitpic.com/32s9e3" #
  • If ya'll didn't get enough candy yet, you can come trick or treat at our house… #
  • The 100 Best Signs At The Rally To Restore Sanity And/Or Fear: http://bzfd.it/cU0ZuB — These are my PEOPLE. #
  • RT @seananmcguire I hate it when people are right about things that create more work for me. – Describes my current revision-pass perfectly. #
  • For #nanowrimo – Blogged: All Used Up http://doycetesterman.com/index.php/2010/11/all-used-up/ #
  • RT @ChuckWendig: You voted? Pshh. You're not done. Vote for your favorite VACATION HELL flash fiction: http://bit.ly/9TLefm #terribleminds #
  • OKAY: Revisions done. Manuscript sent. Now… what's this about #nanowrimo When does THAT start? #
  • I don't say this enough. As AWESOME as it is to be married to @DaphneUn, I'm unfairly lucky to have @AgentShana to pester about book stuff. #
  • Post from past #nanowrimo – The Thing You Did Wrong Yesterday – http://bit.ly/cq11Zg #
  • AC/DC's Thunderstruck on the bagpipes (http://j.mp/cdmU7Y) – Love it. #
  • “I Wanna Be Your Man” – Willy Moon (http://j.mp/9OJpnJ) – Welcome to my earworm. M-O-O-N. #
  • Oh sure NOW you want to meet for interviews about fancy new jobs. I HAVE NANOWRIMO TO DO, PEOPLE. #sheesh #
  • After having a copy for years, I finally read The Stand. Damn, you sure can string a story together, Steve-o. Hat's off. #
  • And I want to add that without a nice, portable ereader, I might've never attempted that monster. Next up? Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel. #
  • Just went to share something funny with @daphneun, but she's not here. #sadface #workingfromhomeisaripoff #
  • ohmygodwhataheadache. #intoomuchpainforahashtag #
  • Random Average: A long time coming. http://bit.ly/aa6tgV #
  • Dude: you TOLD me to call you back first thing, Nov 5; don't give me a hard time when I DO THAT and you aren't prepared. #asshat #
  • RT @ChuckWendig: Some hot fresh #NaNoWriMo advice: novelists, stop posting premature… erm, excerpts. http://bit.ly/9YA3Bn #terribleminds #
  • Also, I want to thank @neilhimself for tweeting a link to my blog post today. Now I think I'll have a quick liedown. #
  • RT @Migweld: I'm not sure of @doycet coined the phrase 'Twitterbation' but he wields it with such ease that I can't help but be impressed #
  • Heading to l'hospital for a 'child prep' class with @daphneun. Seems to be something about making babies. #veryexcited #
  • RT @Writepop I wear headphones at work, but I never listen to music, because there's no nicer sound than people not talking to me. #
  • Last night's class: not about making babies. Actually a prep-for-delivery class laced with eeeeever-so-subtle anti-pain-medication shaming. #
  • Hear me: if you did natural childbirth, you get mad, mad props. HOWEVER, I disapprove of a mindset that treats ANY new mom like a failure. #
  • It's the same problem I have with formula-haters. Jesus, what a rabid pack of guilt-trippers. Like new parents don't have enough stress. #
  • Surprised @neilhimself didn't #neilwebfail my site yesterday with link to the procrastination post. Assume people just didn't click yet. #
  • Spotted @Three_Star_Dave and assorted #nanowrimo folken at the local #tatteredcover Why look: a comfy chair. Think I'll stay awhile. #
  • MY EAR WORM – LET ME SHOW YOU IT: http://bit.ly/cwnfYY #

You do not need Neil Gaiman’s gazebo

I love November, I really do. From a writing point of view, there’s a lot of enthusiasm and creative energy floating around. I don’t know if that’s something that’s generated by NaNoWriMo, or if Chris Baty just tapped into it (possibly by accident) when he scheduled the event the second time around. (I suspect it’s the latter.)

Aside from the energy, I just like this time of year for the weather — fall is far and away my favorite season.

It’s one of those times of year when I really envy Neil Gaiman. Not for his writing (he has his, I have mine), or amazingly supportive group of friends (I also have that), or his dogs (got those), or daughters (got one of those too), or even his house (which is lovely, yes, but there’s too much snow in Wisconsin).

No, I envy him for this:

This is Neil’s Gazebo. It’s where he writes.

Nice, isn’t it? All the amenities, none of the distractions. It positively screams artistic and charming, and my god, I can’t even imagine what those trees look like right about now.

It makes me want to build a writing shed in my backyard. Seriously. I’m utterly fascinated by small, efficient living spaces, and have spent hours – even days – scanning sites like shedworking, drooling over videos like this one, and making sure that tumbleweed‘s monthly hit count stays up. Wouldn’t it be great to feed that obsession and get a whole new workspace out of it in the bargain? That’d mean my office inside the house would open up… We could use the extra bedroom…

*slaps self repeatedly*

*blinks*

Right. Where was I?

Ahh… right. I was daydreaming about a nice, personal, private, darling writing space.

Instead of writing.

I’m seeing that a lot right now. There are a lot of people out there who are supposed to be writing and are instead wasting their time trying to build Neil Gaiman’s gazebo. I see a couple of people doing it every day.

“Not me,” you think, smug in your superiority.

Oh really?

Let me give you a couple examples of what I’m talking about.

Every day, Twitter sends me a message (or two, or three) that reads something like this:

@writeria90210 is now following you on Twitter!

Bio: I’m a writer. I love writing and books. And writing books. This is my new twitter account devoted to writing.

See that? That’s a gazebo. @writeria90210 has some other twitter account, but decided to make another special twitter account just for writing. How charming and artistic. Their twitter account probably looks like this:

How about:

Bio: I am currently writing my debut novel and looking for a [sic] agent.

That’s a gazebo designed to house the cart that you bought before you bothered getting a horse.

Or this one:

Bio: Switching from @oldusername account to this @myrealname account, so that all my writing is associated with ME.

I think I’ll call that one “painting the gazebo”.

I don’t mean to pick on anyone, but I think it’s really important to call this what it is: procrastination. (My granddad, puttering around in the back of my head, wants to call it “bullshit”.)

Don’t get me wrong: I understand why you’re doing this. It feels nice to create these cozy little writerly spaces. As an added bonus, these little side projects are finite and quickly achievable; it doesn’t take much time to set up a new twitter account (believe me, I know), and boom: when you’re done, you have this whole new space to play around in. You’ve accomplished something.

Writing? Writing is a sort of a never-ending battle; sometimes it’s nice to have a battle that’s a little more… endy.

Plus, once this little space is created, there’s more stuff you can do with it! Get the throw pillows just so, adjust the light through the window, get the wallpaper up, and maybe… down near the end of the day… maybe write someth — Oooh! Or you can post stuff to the new twitter account! Even better! A series of 140 character posts, each one with a definitive end, and lovely little ‘ding’ of completion! So much more satisfying than the ongoing slog of your Work In Progress.

People: I understand. I really do. Scientists have done a lot of studies on procrastination, and their conclusion isn’t that we’re lazy: it’s that we simply like things that we can have now. (Hat tip to ***Dave for reminding me of that post.)

Their conclusion is also that we’re better people who make better stuff if we can manage a little delayed gratification.

That means no quaint and adorable writer space and more writing in whatever space you’ve got handy.

It means more writing instead of building gazebos (whatever form those gazebos happen to take): less twitterbation, fewer blog posts about ‘the process’ and ‘how the writing went this morning/this afternoon/this evening/yesterday’, fewer posted excerpts, less time “getting in the mood”.[1]

More writing.

Get back to it. The gazebo can wait.


1 – Anyone who knows me knows that I am guilty of all those things. If you feel I’m directing any of these comments out to the rest of the world with you in mind, remember one key thing: If it’s not about me, I’m probably not going to waste time talking about it. Sad, but true. XOXO

November 2nd: Things I Don’t Like

It’s November 2nd. Here’s a few things I don’t like about November 2nd. Just a few.

First: the Internet. Yes, you, Internet. This is you:

Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet?

I voted days ago, Internet. STFU. Seriously.

Second: the folks who are trying to help you stay motivated for NaNoWriMo.

They’re like: “How’s it going on that, umm… Nah No Wree Mo thing? All done?”

And you’re like:

Something important is missing.
...

Seriously. You got six thousand words done on your first day — what did they do?

(Also: if you seriously got six thousand words done yesterday, I hate you a little bit — just a little. I’m still doing revisions, so I haven’t actually started NaNoWriMo yet. Soon. Soooon…)

The final thing on my short little list-of-dislikes today?

Ideas.

WHY is it that I always get a pile of good ideas for new stories when I’m already working on one two three other things?

OMG! Bakelite-punk! Awesome!

If you’re having this problem (and I’m going to guess that you either are, or will very shortly), get a notebook and keep it handy by your writing desk. Or writing space. Or wherever you do your thing. Writing Jacuzzi. Whatever. Keep a notebook handy, and when you get a shiny, new, distracting idea for a story, open up your notebook, write the idea down…

… and then slam that notebook shut as hard as you can. Punish those little bastards. They are not your friends right now: they’re like those exes who ignore you until they hear you’re dating someone new, then suddenly call you up and want to hook up for drinks. They have ulterior motives, is what I’m saying; do not trust them.

You know what I love, though? Two things.

1. Biting off more than I can chew.

What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Me.

Seriously, I think that’s my second favorite part of November: the insanity of it. De wrote a few weeks back about how we should always challenge ourselves to do more than we did the last time — I was pretty busy last November, but I do have a pretty good idea for what I’m going to accomplish this year; we’ll see how that turns out. I think that she really nailed one of the best things about NaNoWriMo: the opportunity to really push yourself. That’s good stuff.

2. Hanging out in the madhouse.
Kate said to me once “You’re really good at November,” by which I think she meant that I’m super productive during this month and often really struggle to stay focused a lot of the rest of the time. She’s right, and I think the reason for that is the simple fact that I’m like some kind of vampire creature who feeds off the collective creative energy oozing out of every tube on the internet this month.

Also me.

It’s heady stuff.

How about you? What do you love/hate about this time of year?

All Used Up

A few weeks back, some folks asked if I’d be ‘blogging NaNoWriMo’ again this year.

I said yes. Of course I said yes; I have a strong need for a feedback loop in the creative cycle, so knowing there’d be one built into a certain string of blog posts is an automatic draw for me.

But there was a seed of doubt.

Yes, I wrote a lot of advicey posts last year, and they were generally received very well — more importantly, folks found them useful. But the non-secret secret of those posts is that I was really just writing notes to myself, figuring (correctly) that if the writing process followed a fairly clear pattern from beginning to end (it does, at least for me), I’d end up writing something worthwhile for lots of people.

I’ll be honest: I’m not sure I can do it again.

I mean, the process is the same, right? The stages are the same, right? What if I said everything useful last year? What if I don’t have anything good left to say?

Then again…

Every single time I’ve ever written a story (obviously not just in November), it’s been different. The challenges have come in different places, and with different parts of the story. The stories themselves have been different, and certainly I’m learning different things (and the same old things, again) every time.

And I’m different. In editing together that ebook of the advice I wrote last year, I found some things I didn’t entirely agree with. I left them in, because it’s still good advice, but it’s not quite me anymore.

The question basically boiled down to whether or not I thought I still had any words left at all.

And there’s really only one way to find that out. You go looking for them.

Story Time
I grew up in South Dakota, on a farm. On that farm, we raised cattle. Cattle are pretty simple creatures; they generally require only two things:

  • Grass. (The ‘corn-fed beef’ ideal is a dangerous, illness-creating myth.)
  • Water.

Now, out on the Great Plains, grass isn’t much of a problem, but water sometimes is, and if your pastureland doesn’t have a convenient lake handy or an artesian well set up, your livestock has to rely on a dugout.

A dugout’s basically a man-made watering hole — it looks like a rectangular pond about the half the size of a football field, with a suspiciously uniform hill lying directly along one side of it. The reason it looks like this is because of how it was made; basically, someone just hopped in a backhoe and dug a big hole in the ground about where someone decided there must be an underground spring, then piled the dirt up alongside the hole for no other reason than it was the easiest thing to do.

As a kid, all the dugouts around my home where preexisting affairs — old enough for the piles of dirt next to them to have settled down, grown grass, and become practically indistinguishable from burial mounds. I had no concept of them as a Thing That Was Made.

Then, sometime during my teen years, a well in one of our more distant pastures dried up, and my dad decided to get a guy out there with his backhoe and make a dugout.

It was a pretty epic undertaking. Via methods I’m still not entirely clear on (and on which my dad and granddad disagree), the optimal location for a dugout was determined, the heavy equipment was rolled in, and the digging commenced.

Problem was, it was two days in, and they weren’t hitting a spring. The hole was getting DEEP; both it and the pile of dirt next to it were bigger than the backhoe that had made them, and still no water.

I and my granddad had driven out to check on the digging (partly, I’m sure, so my granddad could rib Dad about the big dry hole), and after a bit of ‘conversation’ on the topic, Grandpa had walked over to talk with the foreman. I was left standing next to my dad. We stared into this enormous hole for awhile — it was pretty damned impressive.

“So,” I asked, “what do you do when you don’t find water?”

Dad didn’t respond at first; he was still looking down into the hole, and I wasn’t sure he’d heard me over the roar of the backhoe. Then: “If you know the water’s there,” he said, “you just keep digging.”

“No matter what?”

“Yep,” he said. “You’ll hit it eventually.” He put his right hand on my left shoulder, leaned in, and pointed so I could sight down along his left arm like the barrel of a .22. There, along the walls of the dugout, where the backhoe had just pulled another scoop of dirt away, there was a thin, silvery snake of water, running down toward the bottom of what would become, over the next four days, the biggest and deepest and most consistently full dugout we’d ever had.

“Now,” he said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Walk around t’ other side there, and make sure your granddad sees that.”

He sounded more than a little smug.


This is a cold hard fact about writing. Sometimes, you won’t feel like there’s any words there. You’ll sit at your keyboard and think “Everyone’s got a novel in them, sure… but what if I only had one? What if I don’t have anything left to say?”

The water’s there. You know it is.

Keep digging til you hit it.

Tweets for the week of 2010-10-31

  • Revisions for the day begin with one of the characters saying "The hardest part is getting started." The clown-faced guy speaks truth. #
  • "THAT'S the wrong woooooord, and it's iiiin the wrong plaay-haayyyce. *sings the revision song* #
  • I'm already really happy that we've switched the biweekly Wednesday game to weekly, and we haven't even gotten to the second session yet. #
  • Scrivener for Windows Beta is out: http://bit.ly/9YfO96 #
  • 110 pages of edits/revisions today. Roughly the same amount left to do, but that's misleading, because I've finally reached the Hard Part. #
  • Random Average: The Library of Worlds, Part One http://bit.ly/9B35HI #
  • And the show was good too. RT @DaphneUn: Just watched the new Sherlock: Study in Pink with @doycet. Brilliant and funny and SMART. #
  • "Due to call volume, call-wait time may be… one hundred… twenty… five… minutes." O.M.F.G. #
  • (I'm calling a state government agency's office. It took forty minutes of REDIALS to get into the two-hour queue.) #
  • *whistles along with the hold music, which he has now memorized* #
  • … annnd my call disconnected in the middle of talking to a real person. #eyestab #
  • Stephen King's "From a Buick 8". #booksthatfreakedmeout — it's a regular re-read for me. #
  • Speaking of #booksthatfreakedmeout I'm reading The Stand right now. Every time someone coughs or sneezes, I have to repress a freak-out. #
  • RT @dboshea: 3rd campaign sign seen blowing like tumbleweed in today's driving wind, like God is trying to scour bullshit from the earth. #
  • The graffiti app for Droid shouldn't make me as happy as it does. #
  • Gah. Note to self: never tweet the word that rhymes with 'bumbleweed' ever again. Silly rt spambots. #
  • Highlight of my day has been my dad NOT calling to say he's had a cancer relapse. Otherwise? A crappy morning. Whattaya got for me, Twitter? #
  • Another home repair successfully 'rigged. Would be nice if the book revisions went as fast. Pity I can't use decks screws on the manuscript. #
  • 1288385988872.jpg http://flic.kr/p/8P4oEA #
  • Trying this picture post one more time. http://flickr.com/#/photos/doycetesterman/5127034270/ #happyhalloween #
  • RT @boymonster: This year for Halloween I am going as "Guy in Jeans." #
  • Man, the water in the pool is SO clear and clean today… #newgoggles #
  • Steam (Punk)? (http://j.mp/bMADJ4) – "Where, exactly, is the punk?" A elephant in the room I've pointed out a couple times. #

Tweets for the week of 2010-10-24

  • I just learned how I'm going to die: it's called 'The Entourage': a 10oz hamburger between two grilled cheese sandwiches. #yum #
  • EeePC seems to have asploded overnight. May be time to try the F9 F9 F9 reinstall. Won't lose files, but I will lose many installed apps. :( #
  • A Cool Thing on Monday: Rollabind (http://j.mp/a16QcG) – For the office supply nerds in my posse. #
  • RT @fredhicks: The new Doctors Without Borders RPGNow bundle contains Don't Rest Your Head http://bit.ly/9a51LO — Good cause, great games. #
  • A *fine* pairing with my post today: RT @jeffkirvin: "I guarantee the Big Six take the wrong lesson from this." http://bit.ly/9No3tT #
  • Notes from a stay at home dad (http://j.mp/dtf99Z #
  • RT @ebertchicago: There's something I'd like to make clear. I'm not a breast fetishist. I'm a cleavage fantasist. #
  • The Solo Adventures http://on.atom.com/dxSCLr — better than anything Lucas has done with Star Wars in the last 15 years. #
  • Random Average: Finding the fun in Star Wars again http://bit.ly/9BYELy #
  • Because he IS. RT @DaphneUn: Watching the original Star Wars with @doycet and Trixie. He keeps telling her R2-D2 is the hero. #
  • A quarter of the way through The Revision That Wouldn't Die: Son of the Son of Revision 2 – The Revisioning. #
  • "Giraffes: A Study of Nature's Most Reluctant Heterosexuals." http://bit.ly/97Poj4 #
  • GAH! There's cinnamon and sugar mix covering the whole kitchen counter. What… How am I supposed to… *looks around* *licks counter clean* #
  • You know, I think I like hotdogs because of the buns more than the actual hotdog. #
  • Live Undead – Marketing Draculas (http://j.mp/aY6AS2) – This is the kind of Konrath post I find valuable and interesting. #
  • RT @DaphneUn: Heh. @doycet just called our home remodeling project a "revision" instead of a "renovation." Someone's been writing! #
  • GOD I hate when people take the heel off a loaf, take another slice, then put the heel back. THE HEEL IS THE BEST PART. IT WILL DRY OUT. #
  • Also: what the hell is the deal with not eating the heel? Too much crust? Are you six? Have you ever LOOKED at the hamburger buns you love? #
  • This is the same #foodrage I wade through every time I get back from a trip and find out what the house sitting person did THIS time. #
  • Anyone down in south Denver interested in a Burning Wheel one-shot this evening? #
  • Parkour on a skateboard? (http://j.mp/9SsgHq) – I shouted "What?!?" And rewound a half-dozen times. At least. #
  • Random Average: Burning Wheel (finally) http://bit.ly/bIbtE7 #
  • Okay, am I an idiot, or is there really no way to get a 'recent documents' link off the Win7 start menu? #
  • Even after all this time, this story still makes me laugh out loud. I love it. #revisions #
  • A HA! I found it! Right click on the on the orb. Start menu tab. Customize. Check "Recent Items". #
  • RT @fredhicks: RT @kwnewton: Whoa! Amazon adding a "lend" feature to Kindle – http://goo.gl/07ME #
  • Author: 4chan bootlegging led to big sales increase (http://j.mp/cdAXdl) – Someone tell me again how piracy hurts sales. #
  • I don't normally tweet food, but… Opened brand new containers of: oatmeal, raisins, AND brown sugar for breakfast this morning. So good. #
  • Has anyone else shut off the new version of twitter and gone back to the old design? Besides me, that is. #
  • On my computer and gaming, I drink a soda an hour. At least. Writing? It's 1 pm and there's one, half-empty, forgotten can sitting here. #
  • RT @ebertchicago: 6.43 times more French films than Hollywood films can pass The Bechtel Test. http://j.mp/dwYvgo #
  • RT @tommccammon: Twitter makes you like people you've never met. Facebook makes you hate people you know in real life. #
  • Heading to the roller derby with @daphneun and my five-year-old. Need to establish her role models. #goodparenting #
  • Daughter jamming out to Prince's 'You Got the Look' as we get a slice at Denver's Sexy Pizza. The #goodparenting continues. #
  • Whoa. The line for the roller derby goes around the block. #holymoly #

On Seeing the Inevitable

I have nothing against Joe Konrath.

Those of you familiar with the ins and outs of publishing might be aware of Konrath as a mystery/suspense writer who’s become something of an evangelist for independent epublishing via markets like Amazon where an ‘unsupported’ author can play on a more level field with the Big Six of publishing. His arguments swivel on the dual pivots of sales numbers for his not-inconsiderable backlist and regular pillorying of the publishing industry for its poor choices.

(Which, to be fair, is pretty goddamn easy to manage when publishers make the decisions they do.)

Now, Joe makes a lot of good arguments. His analysis — both of his own numbers and the sales for other independent authors selling through Amazon — is usually pretty solid. And based on that analysis (and what I can only call common sense) it’s not hard for him to point out mistakes being made by big publishing simply by pointing out the stuff that individuals are doing that works, and the stuff that publishers are doing that yeilds less profit for their authors and more ill-will from consumers.

But with that said, Konrath’s points (or the tone they’re delivered in) do have a tendency to grate after awhile, and I say that as someone who thinks he’s ultimately correct; someone who’s predisposed toward ebooks and the technology behind it; someone who’s currently reading The Stand for the first time (finally), on his phone, unabridged.

I think he’s arguing the wrong point.

Yeah, he’s making good money selling his books at $2.99, at least in part because the lowered price means more people will buy his stuff; the simple fact is that a reader will buy five three-dollar ebooks in a clump, but balk at paying fifteen for one… and even if they ‘only’ buy one or two of those three-dollar books, that’s still more money spent than the fifteen-dollar non-sale.

But who cares? Those are just numbers, and (in my opinion) there are only a few numbers that big publishers care about:

24.
99.

“We sell hardbacks for 24.99, and readers have to pay that price for at least a year before they get a cheaper option. Our industry is built on that model, and we will cut a child before we accept anything that substantively affects that.”

You can find individuals in publishing who don’t feel or act that way, yes. But I tend to think actions speak a lot louder than words (especially when those words are muttered over drinks after work, where their bosses won’t hear). Look at the actual moves the big fish are making, and I don’t think you’ll see strong evidence against my assessment.

“Fine. You think he’s arguing the wrong point,” you say. “So what’s the right argument, smarty?”

In a word: History.

All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again.

Unless everyone in the publishing industry was born after 1990 (I’ve met quite a few of them — they weren’t), none of them actually need to crack a history book or dig into the wayback machine to recall a historical precedent for every single thing that’s happening in publishing today — they’ve lived through them.

I’m not the first person to point out the similarities between what’s going on today in publishing and what happened to the music, movie, and even television industries when digital formats became commonplace enough to penetrate the market. But I don’t think it would hurt anyone if I mention it again, because I will be fucking gobsmacked if anyone making decisions for the big publishers are paying attention.

And I’m not saying “there are a few indicators and patterns you can find in the painful (and painfully mismanaged) changes to, say, the music industry that might work as a kind of vague oracle for some of the stuff happening in publishing.”

I’m saying the changes are identical; each of those ‘predecessor’ industries provides flawless mimeographed blueprints in which we can see big companies working themselves into an obsolescence matched only by… mimeographs.

So here’s my call to everyone in publishing — not just publishers, but agents and writers and most of all readers:

Forget the numbers. Forget the price points and distribution methods and however things have been done in the past. Also, give up on arguing for change based on the numbers — no one other than the converted are listening.

Instead, look at your predecessors. Think back to the time when the music industry howled about cassette tapes and the fact it let kids tape music off the radio… and then howled about burnable CDs… and then unencrypted MP3s. Or think back to television broadcasters howling about VCR tapes… then DVRs.

Did it do any good? What happened?

Think back to the format wars in [pick your industry here]. 8-track. Cassette. Betamax. HDDVD. The fifty file formats mp3 annihilated. Did the money spent by companies trying to introduce their own, brand-specific, copy-protected, file format turn out to be money well-spent?

Think back to the birth of independent artists working without Big Industry Backing in those industries. Were people convinced that there was no way they could make a living — hell, even that there was no way they wouldn’t end up going bankrupt? Was industry backing touted as the only way to be seen as ‘legitimate’? Was electronic distribution seen as a fad? Was pirating of unprotected electronic copies seen as the Ultimate Poison Pill?

What happened in those industries? What continues to happen? Were the big boys ever right? Ever?

I’m going to make some predictions about publishing now, and since I think they’re pretty damned obvious, I will present them as absolutes. Some of them are negative, and some of them are positive, and I’ll leave it to you to figure out which is which. I’m basing every single one of these predictions not on publishing, but on the industries that have already gone through what publishing is facing today, while publishing was snickering into its sleeve and making jokes like “How many formats does PAPER have? Heh heh heh.”

  • Most publishers aren’t going to change much. Most — almost all — of their money will be spent on their superstars, and their midlist creators will be seen as (and treated like) dead weight, despite the fact that they make up 99% of authors and most of their revenue. The big names will increasingly become known as vapid pop-culture hit machines.
  • At least one — probably several — big publishers will try to introduce their own ebook reader or ebook format that only works and is only distributed for their products, despite the fact that popular formats exist and are already being whittled down to a few survivors. These specialized formats and branded readers will suck huge amounts of money that could have been spent partnering with existing solution providers and solving the problem with already-adopted tech.
  • A very few traditional publishers will figure out what’s going on and adapt to new models.
  • New publishers will spring up. Almost all of these publishers will be boutique-type studios (sorry, I mean publishers), founded by AUTHORS or AGENTS who figured out how to do everything that needed doing with the new technology, and who decided to turn around and provide those services to a select group of fellow artists they chose to work with… often while teaching them all the same stuff they’ve learned.
  • Artists will continue to produce their own stuff and distribute it through increasingly easier-to-use and easier-to-access avenues. Ninety percept of it will be crap (for each consumer’s own values of crap), but those with enough drive and (obviously) talent will reach their audience and grow a really devoted group of supporters. The writer-equivalents of Jonathan Coulton or Julia Nunes or Pomplamoose are out there.
  • Fans will continue to not give a damn whether someone is promoted by some big publisher or if they did all their own stuff on a Macbook in their basement, because readers don’t give a fuck about publishers and infer no added quality from a pub’s stamp on the spine — most of them don’t know who the ‘big six’ are anyway.
  • As electronic distribution (and web-based shopping) becomes more and more prevalent, and the percentage of electronic vs. analog versions of the same products continues to move toward electronic, brick-and-mortar stores will become progressively obsolete. Physical bookstores already account for less than a third of all book sales — in ten years Barnes and Noble will be the publishing equivalent of Sam Goody and Blockbuster.

Generally, all of this will be better for both the author and the reader.

For everyone else, it depends on how willing they are to see the clear and (as far as I can see) utterly unvarying patterns that came before, and how able they are to do something about it.

What I’m saying is this:

If you’re a reader looking at the options out there for ebooks, worried that the whole thing may be a flash in the pan, don’t — the growth of digital format text is inevitable. Unless you have a stunningly bad track record for selecting new technologies to back, it’s probably okay to jump in the pool now.

If you’re an author looking at the possibility of independently producing your stuff, don’t worry about Joe Konrath’s math. Look at one (or all) of these other industries that have been here already and see what kind of artists make independence work for them. Ask yourself if you can be that kind of artist. If you think the answer’s yes, then that should be answer enough.

Tweets for the week of 2010-10-17

  • White Men With Guns–Reconstruction Redux – Keka – Open Salon (http://j.mp/9T9pao) – Just makes me ill. #
  • There are a few stories that leave me exhilarated, yet sad the ride is over, every time I finish them. Tolkein… King… Mass Effect? #
  • You guys remember that one time when you were a kid and you ate so much beef jerky you actually became physically ill? No? Just me then? #
  • The transmedia stuff circulating today is interesting, but… I read up on Transmedial Play and think "Oh. RPGs with a big budget." #
  • I respect the Transmedia idea, but I'm unconvinced it's a thing that a corporate entity can gantt chart. At best, that's astroturf v. grass. #
  • [Blog] Transmedia: Dirty Commie Creativity – http://doycetesterman.com/index.php/2010/10/transmedia-dirty-commie-creativity/ #
  • Gay Sex vs. Straight Sex « OkTrends (http://j.mp/aQR35V) – Innnnteresting. #
  • This is a test to see if I remember how to write using Graffiti text. (Droid app.) Man I miss this. Much more comfortable than the keyboard. #
  • Messing with Vignette after @chuckwendig gave me Hipstamatic envy. http://twitpic.com/2xc24p #
  • Delaware senate debate's on CNN right now. Ouch. Joe Biden must be spinning in his grave right now. #
  • Once again, I find myself vaguely annoyed by the degree to which I've parsed my interests into multiple blogs, rather than one. #
  • Random Average: A hard lesson from Bioware http://bit.ly/a9DkHC #
  • [Random Average]: A hard lesson from Bioware http://bit.ly/cDGMek #
  • RT @drhorrible We made this video #Remains to celebrate the release of the #Dollhouse S2 DVD. http://twe.ly/5-i in reply to drhorrible #
  • RT @Linnaeus: Supers RPGs and Comic Book RPGs http://bit.ly/cTdB08 – Possibly the best replacement for 'trad' and 'indie' game lables, IMO. #
  • This is How I Get It Done: Making a quick ebook with Jutoh (http://j.mp/cfM7r6) – . #
  • RT @rdonoghue: Project management, railroading, and some RPG heresy. http://j.mp/czZBEa — Rob takes my offhand comment and makes gold. #
  • "Take Me Out" by Atomic Tom, performed live with iPhones on NYC subway (http://j.mp/cApdEh) – This is, simply, amazing. #
  • Random Average: “Is is a ’supers or ‘comics’ game?” http://bit.ly/avjpb6 #
  • Dear nine-year-oid with the brassy red dyejob and black nails, reading seventeen: you make me kind of sad. #
  • Know what else makes me sad? "Your flight has been delayed 2 hours." #
  • A collection of links on sexism in gaming: http://wundergeek.blogspot.com/2010/10/sexism-in-gaming-list-of-links.html – today's reading. #
  • 'I am grateful an indifferent universe conspired to give me life.' (RT @curiouskate09) #
  • I note my spot in The Black Company with a pink-and-glitter bookmark my daughter made. I like how my life has turned out. #
  • I am at another wedding, Twitter. You know what that means #
  • The first worrisome sign: the wedding party have been given barstools to sit at for the duration of the ceremony. #howlongwillthisrun #
  • Oh good: there's a short in the priest's mic. #snapcracklepop #
  • Not to tell the priest his job, but I think it's 'bedrock' of a relationship, not 'rockbed'. #
  • GAH! Lightning struck the church. Oh, no: just the mic. #
  • And now comes… The… Mixing of a Nice Viniaagrette? I really don't get some of hese customs. #
  • The salad dressing appears to be a Catholic thing. Involves oil, wine. The priest keeps looking up at the ceiling like he forgot the recipe. #
  • And the ceremony ends with a traditional Irish blessing – the only time the mic didn't crackle. #appropriate #
  • RT @Ihnatko: RIP Benoit Mandelbrot. Thank God he wasn't murdered. It would have taken the cops forever to draw the chalk outline. #
  • Why YES, I *am* taking advantage of @daphneun's unwilling Designated Driver status. (Later, she gets a footrub.) #pregnancybenefits #
  • The reception is at the family's home. Which means their puppy is here. IN A BOW TIE. http://twitpic.com/2y6owd #
  • People, I don't want to overshare, I was just in the nicest portapotty I have ever seen. Seriously: I should provide photos. #
  • For all I make fun, I want to say: Hooray for weddings. Hooray for love, and its celebration. Faith? Orientation? Pheh. Hooray for Love. #