Itchy Homerow finger?
Not sure what to call it. I want to write something. I’m chomping at the bit to write something. But the fiction isn’t happening at the moment for various reasons and the non-fiction flurries in my brain are either too controversial or too whiny for public exposure. I already whined in one post today and I don’t need to do it again.
It doesn’t make matters any easier that my dogs are now both calmed and seduced to sleep by the clacking of my keyboard*. As I write this I feel a bit like Judah Ben-Hur chained to the oar. Of course, I want to be writing, and that’s the key difference. Unfortunately since I don’t know where I’m going we are back to the Ben Hur analogy. I’m rowing to an unknown destination to keep my taskmasters happy. Given how jumpy and fretty the dogs have been for the last three days they truly are taskmasters and I think I’d type the alphabet over and over just to lull them.
I’m becoming more and more sure that I should dive into the Self Pub market. I’m looking at it as…well, the analogy I was going to use was pretty tacky. So I’ll switch to another and say that I’m thinking of using Kindle publishing as a training-wheels method for getting my fiction in front of critical eyes. Every day when I wade through ereaderiq’s selections of free material I get all fussy at the books people dare release. Then I realise that I should just shut up and prove that I can do better. Then I picture some other fussy person looking at my book and then I realise that my Karma has earned me my fair share of spankings so I should just do it anyway.
Even if I do bite this bullet I will not be putting all of my work up. I think the Irish Manor House story will be the first thing I upload. The Welsh book(s) are not going to see the light of day unless they are published traditionally. There is too much hearts blood in those to be given away. But other things, the playthings, are fine to go. Still haven’t decided on the Amish stories. My Amish stories are vastly different from the ones you see in the Amish genre. They’re more about feminism, really. Feminism and the attempt to merge science and faith. Not so much about churning butter and marrying the farmer next door.
One of my friends sent me a nugget of gold yesterday that was too good to pass up. It’s a detailed article on Welsh law that melds perfectly with the Myddfai book. I love that I know people who send me such things. I met her through blogging. I love that blogging has paid off for me. I’m sometimes a bit envious of the other bloggers I know who’ve done a better job at getting cash out of their work. Then I think of how much I get out of this–friends, research articles, the occasional argument–and I’m not so crestfallen.
Speaking of crestfallen–come on, I just needed some kind of a segue–Diana Gabaldon has a sidebar in this week’s EW about her favourite books. She actually put War and Peace there. Actually. The other stuff she chose was really esoteric and highbrow. Okay, so the Aubrey/Maturin novels aren’t exactly highbrow. But they are esoteric. I just felt like she was apologising for writing genre fiction by trying to prove that she also reads serious stuff. It made me uncomfortable because, other than the Aubrey/Maturins (whose influence is clearly stamped on her work) it just seemed like watching someone put on a mask to impress other people. Why do genre writers feel they have to do that? Look, I don’t like Gabaldon. My brief flirtation with her ended very badly. But I still don’t think she should be ashamed of who she is.
Over at his site, Mike Duran asks if we writers are truly ready for the spotlight. Even though I strongly suspect my spotlight will be more of a Zippo glow, I would still say that I’m balky. I don’t want to feel like I have to fudge about my favourite books. Yes, I do like War and Peace. I like it a lot. But if you want to know what I’m going to pick up to just relax and sink into a story–things that make books Favourites in my life–I’m going to have to be honest and go with Rowling or GRRM or Rothfuss or Seton or Stephenson or Follett. And, okay, in a token nod to presumed snobbery I will admit that I’d also go with Victor Hugo or certain Dickens novels.
Wow, this is long. Sorry about that. At least I’ve been able to keep the dogs knocked out.
*Yes, I paid $5 to add a typewriter-sound-effects program to my Mac. You’d be amazed at how much more productive it makes me.