9/10/2014

First, some housekeeping.

Both Dystopolis and Tales from the End are now available on Gumroad, Smashwords, and hopefully a bunch of other places soon. If you’re into owning digital files, I really recommend Gumroad - they have a slick interface, and make it incredibly simple to buy and download digital stuff. Reflecting this, they’re now $6.99 and $5.99 respectively, but that’s still pretty cheap. A Fireball and Coke at the Paradise Rock Club is $8, and that didn’t kill me, so I doubt this will either.

(Don’t buy drinks at the Paradise Rock Club. Good God.)

Also, I’m not sure what I’m going to do about the audiobook. Turns out that audio fidelity on my current microphone isn’t exactly perfect, so either I’ll figure out a way to tune things up, or delegate it to someone who has a recording studio in their bedroom, or just not do it. (Do you know someone who has a recording studio in their bedroom? Let me know.)

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I have an essay in the latest issue of Bright Wall/Dark Room, about Monsters University. You can subscribe or buy the single issue here (if you go for the latter, you’re looking for School), and I absolutely recommend you do - BW/DR still showcases some of the best film writing out there, and I promise I’m not just saying that because I somehow swindled them into including me among their ranks.

Everything below this is about stuff I’ve been consuming, media-wise, so for the sake of brevity I’ll throw in a cut here. But please, do finish this if you feel like it. I think my taste is okay.

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I have been playing and watching and listening to so much stuff, you guys. Tonight I watched Heathers, and while I absolutely now believe the hype (that film has one of the best endings to a high school comedy I’ve ever seen, and had me silently punching the air while wiping away tears, which is a surprisingly complex gestural act), I am utterly unconvinced of Christian Slater’s ability to act. He seems to think that squinting and channelling Nag from The Jungle Book makes him seem interesting and imposing. Really, it makes him look silly. Winona Ryder is incredible, though. She’s also one of those people who I see in films and loudly exclaim “come on, that’s just not fair” at.

I also watched The Great Gatsby. I’m of two minds about it - I think that when the film is consumed by the headiness of the twenties, it really excels - there’s a spellbinding soundtrack, and a very snappy visual style, and Leonardo DiCaprio is pretty much perfect casting as a former sparkling youth who’s desperately trying to hide his age. The problems come when the film slows down and gets serious, which Baz Luhrmann really isn’t very good at - he tries, bless him, but it never quite comes together. Where Luhrmann excels is in finding beauty and melancholy through chaos, but the way that Gatsby is structured is almost as two films - one that shows the chaos upfront, and one that attempts and fails to grasp some distance. But it was fun. And my God, that soundtrack.

I also played A Story About My Uncle for the first time and Dragon Age Origins for the third. The former is a beautiful first-person platformer. Here’s a screenshot:

Right? Look at that nonsense.

Dragon Age: Origins is a 60-hour RPG that I can’t even begin to explain, for fear that I won’t do it justice - at its core is a very simple “assemble an army and beat the bad guys” story, but what with it being sixty hours long there’s quite a lot more than that going on. It’s very good, though. The third in the (presumed) trilogy comes out this November, and I am anxiously awaiting to see if it’ll run on this laptop or not.

Okay. I think I’m just about done. I’ve been listening to a lot of Porter Robinson and the soundtrack to Purgateus. They do not go well together, but apart they’re great.

Leave a review of Dystopolis

Hey! If you’ve read Dystopolis, I’d appreciate it immensely if you’d leave a review over on Amazon about it. I’m not just saying this to massage my ego (though there’s always that) - the more positive reviews there are of my work, the more it boosts Amazon search rankings, the more I sell, the more I buy chocolate to stuff into my stupid body.

Of course, if you hated it, um. Probably keep it to yourself. I’m not telling you that you can’t yell about how awful it was, but it’d be pretty depressing for everyone involved.

Numbers

First: if you haven’t already bought Dystopolis, you can do so here. It’s currently $8.99 in paperback, and $4.00 as an ebook. Quite a few people seem to like it. What follows is a breakdown of sorts of the first month-and-a-bit of sales, which probably won’t interest anyone who isn’t interested in the publishing side of all of this, but I’m guessing there might be one or two who are. So. Here we are.

In the last five weeks, I’ve sold 44 books. This includes 8 print copies (18%), 13 full price digital copies (30%), and 23 discounted digital copies (52%). When it comes down to royalty breakdown, however, I’ve earned by far the most from full-price digital copies (46%), followed by the copies sold during the recent discount (28%), followed very closely by print copies sold (26%).

The reasons behind this are fairly straightforward, of course - I make the most from digital sales, despite the fact that the retail price of Dystopolis in ebook form is less than half of its print counterpart - ignoring the fact that the Kindle publishing program allows for 70% royalties, it actually costs a substantial amount of money to produce and ship a print book in the first instance. Additionally, Amazon (as a third-party seller, despite owning Createspace, where the book was originally published) takes a decent cut even after the costs of production are taken away. Not that you should be discouraged from buying a paperback if that takes your fancy. It’s nice to hold something in your hand, after all, and I spent quite a lot of time on the typesetting.

The thing that maybe surprised me the most was the surge in interest over the last week, helped mostly by the fact that the book was being sold for a fraction of its original price (99 cents for two days, followed by $1.99 for another two, and so on) and possibly also helped by the fact that I was pushing it fairly aggressively.

Promotion has to be factored into all of this, actually. Most of the original batch of sales came from the few who know me well enough to trust this blog, and then a small sampling of the large number of people who follow Arden’s online presence. With the recent sale, I have no doubt that quite a few sales came from Ashton Raze, the lead writer of Starbound, retweeting this fairly desperate plea to over 3,500 people. The flip-side of this, of course, is that even ignoring the various other fronts on which people were highlighting the promotion, that creates a ratio of one sale for every 163 people.

I suspect the message of this is that only so much comes from exposure; initially, you need to nurture an audience. Which I sort of do - of all of the people I interact with on the interact with on the internet, I think most of them have bought my book (and if you haven’t, shame on you), but at the same time don’t. There’s an element of dialogue in the way I interact with computers, but it isn’t quite as two-way as it could be; this whole medium, for me, is still fairly one-way.

There are no grand conclusions, here. This is more of a data-dump, and I’ll need some time to figure out what it all means. But it’s interesting. And gratifying. Holy hell. The final point of all of this is that forty-four people have bought Dystopolis, and that’s pretty damn lovely. I hope you’re enjoying it.

Well, crap. There’s an issue with the print edition of Dystopolis (not an error - those who have already purchased it won’t notice the difference) which means that for the next 24 hours or so, it won’t be available for sale as it goes through another round of revisions. Sorry about that. I’m my own worst enemy sometimes, honestly.

Sign up for Dystopolis release updates

Hi. You can sign up for non-spammy email updates (maybe update singular) about my next book, Dystopolis, by going here. It would be nice if you did this thing. You don’t even have to buy the book - I mean, it’d be nice if you do, when the time comes - but it’s good to stay in the loop, right? If you like this sort of thing. Or me. If you like me, give me your email address so I can sell you things. Oh dear.

Check your lapel

So hard to articulate everything happening to me at the moment. In a little over a week, I will be married. That’s such an insane and beautiful concept that part of my brain has decided to shut down rather than fully process it. I feel like I’m floating, still.

Starting with the creative front, because that’s easy to talk about: Dystopolis is finished. You can find a synopsis here (along with the lovely opinions of a couple of lovely people) and sign up for release updates here, and I absolutely, definitely recommend that you do. I’ll also apologise in advance, because I intend to plug the hell out of this book. It’s the culmination of nearly three years of work, and I want as many people as possible to read it. On which note, if you’re a person who makes things and has released them into the wild (preferably writing, not industrial machinery, but creative things in general are good), I’m happy to give out review copies for free to anyone who’s willing to volunteer one.

Comments - positive or otherwise - are my bread and butter in terms of promoting this book. I’ve been doing all of this without the backing of an industry - no publishers, no agents, just my own know-how and a core team of wonderful editors - and as such I don’t have the same marketing machine that other books have. Every reblog helps. Or something like that.

Also, a quick note on release schedules - I’m hoping to publish it early in March, in both print and digital formats. It’ll start on Amazon, and spread from there to people who have other devices. You’ll also get a free digital copy if you buy the paperback, because fuck publishers who try to make you pay for the same product twice. (In the interest of exclusivity-related promotions on Amazon, I might wait a little while before openly publishing a multi-platform ebook edition à la this one, but it’ll be available on everything eventually.)

I’m also aiming to record an audiobook version of this one, and that’ll be distributed through Bandcamp; I have no idea what the ETA is on that, though, because it involves recording a 153-page manuscript. That sort of thing takes time. But no doubt I’ll be screaming about it at the time.

This barely touches my life at the moment, though. I’ve been planning a wedding, and that involves so much more than you initially think. Last night, we decided on our entrance music (Interlude - Gymnopedie No. 1 by Anamanaguchi), but there have also been decisions about food (New England clam chowder; butter poached lobster served with biscuits and asparagus tips; turkey pot pies; roasted chicken in a porcini cream sauce with fetuccine, peas and corn; a fucking tier of cupcakes), decorations (purple), flowers (also purple), guests (mostly family and Arden’s friends), playlists (as yet undecided), vows (sentimental), the justice of the peace (a very intuitive lady) and an ever-growing catalogue of things to take care of.

There’s also the fact that in the moments in between, I’ve been trying to settle in this new country; I have a bank account now, but no debit card or means of looking at my balance short of visiting a branch (though I should add that this isn’t a problem; I’m just impatient). I have a state ID, where my pre-haircut head looks twice its usual size. I have a social security number, albeit on a card that has the words VALID FOR WORK ONLY WITH DHS AUTHORIZATION stamped above it, because god forbid I actually be considered a viable taxpayer. I even registered with Selective Service, effectively consenting to conscription, even though something like that is meaningless; if the US ever tried to bring in a draft, the first thing I’d do is flee the country. Unless it was a war made entirely of donut bullets. Or the sort of fight where it’s over when you pull a flag out of your opponent’s pants. I’d go for that.

This all sounds overwhelming, and it is, but I’m also wonderfully, ecstatically happy. Being constantly alert to new things, as I have been, brings with it a certain level of stress that I’m unaccustomed to, but it’s all surface-level chatter. At the root, I’m smiling. I feel ready to face anything, and that’s a relief - because I have so much more to face.

I finished the third draft of Dystopolis on Friday. It’s a little over 41,000 words, which seems short when I state it like that, but I’m hoping that it’s satisfying to read. I’ve retitled all but one story. A couple of character names and traits have changed. Everything is now as consistent as I think it’ll get without extra oversight, which is why a couple of people have agreed to give the whole book a few extra passes before it’s released out into the world.

Giving something like this up is intensely nerve-wracking. I haven’t shared my writing with anyone for a very long time, and I’m scared of disappointing others; this is quite unlike the stuff I’ve done before. It’s a little less weird, and attemps to stab at something resembling profundity, and when you stop using bizarre events as a crutch it can expose you.

So. This is all longhand for “I’ll be hiding in bed for the next couple of months”. I hope that’s okay.