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Everyone’s favourite crane master Cristian Marianciuc’s latest works are just as stunning.
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I’ve decided to tell you guys a story about piracy.
I didn’t think I had much to add to the piracy commentary I made yesterday, but after seeing some of the replies to it, I decided it’s time for this story.
Here are a few things we should get clear before I go on:
1) This is a U.S. centered discussion. Not because I value my non U.S. readers any less, but because I am published with a U.S. publisher first, who then sells my rights elsewhere. This means that the fate of my books, good or bad, is largely decided on U.S. turf, through U.S. sales to readers and libraries.
2) This is not a conversation about whether or not artists deserve to get money for art, or whether or not you think I in particular, as a flawed human, deserve money. It is only about how piracy affects a book’s fate at the publishing house.
3) It is also not a conversation about book prices, or publishing costs, or what is a fair price for art, though it is worthwhile to remember that every copy of a blockbuster sold means that the publishing house can publish new and niche voices. Publishing can’t afford to publish the new and midlist voices without the James Pattersons selling well.
It is only about two statements that I saw go by:
1) piracy doesn’t hurt publishing.
2) someone who pirates the book was never going to buy it anyway, so it’s not a lost sale.
Now, with those statements in mind, here’s the story.
It’s the story of a novel called The Raven King, the fourth installment in a planned four book series. All three of its predecessors hit the bestseller list. Book three, however, faltered in strange ways. The print copies sold just as well as before, landing it on the list, but the e-copies dropped precipitously.
Now, series are a strange and dangerous thing in publishing. They’re usually games of diminishing returns, for logical reasons: folks buy the first book, like it, maybe buy the second, lose interest. The number of folks who try the first will always be more than the number of folks who make it to the third or fourth. Sometimes this change in numbers is so extreme that publishers cancel the rest of the series, which you may have experienced as a reader — beginning a series only to have the release date of the next book get pushed off and pushed off again before it merely dies quietly in a corner somewhere by the flies.
So I expected to see a sales drop in book three, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, but as my readers are historically evenly split across the formats, I expected it to see the cut balanced across both formats. This was absolutely not true. Where were all the e-readers going? Articles online had headlines like PEOPLE NO LONGER ENJOY READING EBOOKS IT SEEMS.
Really?
There was another new phenomenon with Blue Lily, Lily Blue, too — one that started before it was published. Like many novels, it was available to early reviewers and booksellers in advanced form (ARCs: advanced reader copies). Traditionally these have been cheaply printed paperback versions of the book. Recently, e-ARCs have become common, available on locked sites from publishers.
BLLB’s e-arc escaped the site, made it to the internet, and began circulating busily among fans long before the book had even hit shelves. Piracy is a thing authors have been told to live with, it’s not hurting you, it’s like the mites in your pillow, and so I didn’t think too hard about it until I got that royalty statement with BLLB’s e-sales cut in half.
Strange, I thought. Particularly as it seemed on the internet and at my booming real-life book tours that interest in the Raven Cycle in general was growing, not shrinking. Meanwhile, floating about in the forums and on Tumblr as a creator, it was not difficult to see fans sharing the pdfs of the books back and forth. For awhile, I paid for a service that went through piracy sites and took down illegal pdfs, but it was pointless. There were too many. And as long as even one was left up, that was all that was needed for sharing.
I asked my publisher to make sure there were no e-ARCs available of book four, the Raven King, explaining that I felt piracy was a real issue with this series in a way it hadn’t been for any of my others. They replied with the old adage that piracy didn’t really do anything, but yes, they’d make sure there was no e-ARCs if that made me happy.
Then they told me that they were cutting the print run of The Raven King to less than half of the print run for Blue Lily, Lily Blue. No hard feelings, understand, they told me, it’s just that the sales for Blue Lily didn’t justify printing any more copies. The series was in decline, they were so proud of me, it had 19 starred reviews from pro journals and was the most starred YA series ever written, but that just didn’t equal sales. They still loved me.
This, my friends, is a real world consequence.
This is also where people usually step in and say, but that’s not piracy’s fault. You just said series naturally declined, and you just were a victim of bad marketing or bad covers or readers just actually don’t like you that much.
Hold that thought.
I was intent on proving that piracy had affected the Raven Cycle, and so I began to work with one of my brothers on a plan. It was impossible to take down every illegal pdf; I’d already seen that. So we were going to do the opposite. We created a pdf of the Raven King. It was the same length as the real book, but it was just the first four chapters over and over again. At the end, my brother wrote a small note about the ways piracy hurt your favorite books. I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold the fort for long — real versions would slowly get passed around by hand through forum messaging — but I told my brother: I want to hold the fort for one week. Enough to prove that a point. Enough to show everyone that this is no longer 2004. This is the smart phone generation, and a pirated book sometimes is a lost sale.
Then, on midnight of my book release, my brother put it up everywhere on every pirate site. He uploaded dozens and dozens and dozens of these pdfs of The Raven King. You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one of his pdfs. We sailed those epub seas with our own flag shredding the sky.
The effects were instant. The forums and sites exploded with bewildered activity. Fans asked if anyone had managed to find a link to a legit pdf. Dozens of posts appeared saying that since they hadn’t been able to find a pdf, they’d been forced to hit up Amazon and buy the book.
And we sold out of the first printing in two days.
Two days.
I was on tour for it, and the bookstores I went to didn’t have enough copies to sell to people coming, because online orders had emptied the warehouse. My publisher scrambled to print more, and then print more again. Print sales and e-sales became once more evenly matched.
Then the pdfs hit the forums and e-sales sagged and it was business as usual, but it didn’t matter: I’d proven the point. Piracy has consequences.
That’s the end of the story, but there’s an epilogue. I’m now writing three more books set in that world, books that I’m absolutely delighted to be able to write. They’re an absolute blast. My publisher bought this trilogy because the numbers on the previous series supported them buying more books in that world. But the numbers almost didn’t. Because even as I knew I had more readers than ever, on paper, the Raven Cycle was petering out.
The Ronan trilogy nearly didn’t exist because of piracy. And already I can see in the tags how Tumblr users are talking about how they intend to pirate book one of the new trilogy for any number of reasons, because I am terrible or because they would ‘rather die than pay for a book’. As an author, I can’t stop that. But pirating book one means that publishing cancels book two. This ain’t 2004 anymore. A pirated copy isn’t ‘good advertising’ or ‘great word of mouth’ or ‘not really a lost sale.’
That’s my long piracy story.
This is worth reading for about a hundred reasons. Including the brilliant publishing-day exploit.
Taking notes…
Daily #2,254! That last part is really key. Otherwise that’d mean I was procrastinating.
Rethinking How You Edit
Editing can be hard–discouraging, even. Many people think that every sentence needs to be clean and polished and perfect … but that’s not true in most cases.
Remember that individual sentences are simply itty bitty parts of a much larger whole–they aren’t supposed to stand on their own and often shouldn’t. When sentences all try to stand on their own, it can be a difficult read. Sentences carry your readers into the story and facilitate flow.
After I’ve finished a scene, I let it settle for a few hours to a few days. Then, I print it out and read it through, marking only the places where I was taken out of the story. I only edit those. Sometimes they’re overwritten, sometimes they’re underwritten, but there are always far fewer than I expect.
When most people sit down to edit, they focus on sentences and scenes. I focus on the story as a whole. If I don’t like a sentence or a scene, I ask myself what it does for the story–if it does nothing, what could it do? This makes the editing process easier, more productive, and more fun.
It can be difficult to change how you think about the editing process, but it’s worth it and you can do it. If all else fails, have a friend read it. They will, as a general rule, be far less critical than you. It’s never a bad thing to ask for help.
Ohh, this is such good advice!! I always dread editing because I tend to edit on the by-sentence level, and always got exhausted trying to make each one Perfect before moving to the next. It’s a quick road to burnout, but focusing on scenes and where you get taken out of the story is something I’d never even considered and will absolutely have to try next time!
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Not to be furiously antimodern but everything you make is art and you can minimize it all you want by calling it a hobby or a craft or a hyperfixation but it’s art because you created it and humans just make art because it’s what we do and it can’t be good or bad because it just IS and when you make art you are part of something very beautiful and very human
w. h. auden, marginalia
To further elaborate;
I enjoy when language is used playfully and doesn’t take itself too seriously. The sky doesn’t always have to be blue. The air can feel goopy. Think abstractly. You create your own worlds. How do the clouds taste? Like acid, honey, coffee, toothpaste? Sometimes writing about worlds and feelings that are unrealistic (and/or surrealistic) can be the best ways to get an atmosphere or vibe across.
Sometimes language that semantically makes the least sense has the best desired effect. I’ve been enjoying toying with language that makes the cogs in our minds churn, go “wait - what?” and try to dismantle it. There’s no right or wrong, good or bad with language. It’s okay to be experimental and actively try to shift the semantics of a word to fit your voice. Sometimes I use language not because semantically it fits, but the phonology of a word can accurately shape the surrounding language to get a particular message across.
Think about your adjectives, your verbs, your adverbs. Think about word play and how it sounds on your tongue. It’s okay to be simplistic. It’s okay to be excessive. Don’t think only about image - but about rhymes and the psychology behind your word choices. Why should particular words/phrases be repeated/exaggerated? (or why not?) What connotations of words and worlds are you trying to get across? Think about semantic fields. About metaphors
If you have characters think about their individual speech patterns, their individual word/language choices and how/why they would use this. Are your characters around family? Perhaps they’d use different language than they would around their lover. Where are they? What is their purpose for speaking what they say? What terminology have they brought with them from their childhood?
Language and word order is fun. Play with it. Explore new words and see what you can do with them.
WIP DEBUT | We’ll Dance Along the Salt Seas
Penelope, daughter of Captain Periboea, has lived all her life on the rough gray-and-silver seas and fears neither beast nor man. Her mother’s crew is her family; they taught her to sail and fight like the best of them, and dreams of nothing more than taking the helm of her own ship one day. But when a storm splinters her home and scatters her family, Penelope finds herself in the uncharted lands of sirens, nereids, and undead pirates - and it will take every last bit of cleverness to find her way back home.
GENRE: historical fantasy [retelling of the Odyssey] POV: 3rd person limited [Penelope’s POV] STATUS: outlining THEMES: independence; the definition of a home and a family; working past fears and obstacles; learning to ask for help; friends in unlikely places; growing up
tagging: @evaceratops @doveloves (let me know if you want to be added or removed!)
Today’s plan:
Finish up the final three scenes of GSWT (ahh...!!)
Compile it for printing and editing! I always feel like I edit better when I do it longhand, it’s just so satisfying to see it all come together all marked up like that
Figuring out why Seedsong is stalling and trying to get it back on track via Ol’ Reliable, and by that I mean plot points on index cards and spreading out on my floor
New short story WIP announcement 👀
Sprucing up this blog: about page, WIP pages... (this is more of a long shot, I don’t know if I’ll have energy to wrangle HTML after everything else)
Fantasy writeblrs:
I’ve been writing fantasy since I started out, and currently I’m developing two high fantasy worlds with numerous cultures. I’d love to see your content, your ideas, your tips and tricks, so reblog this so I can follow you!
calling all writeblrs!
i’m looking for new writeblrs to follow! just like and reblog this post and i’ll be sure to check out your blog and drop a follow.
being an upcoming writeblr myself, i’d really appreciate a follow back, but you don’t have to!
Golden Secrets Woven Tight: Progress Report, 6/17/2019
total wordcount: 13,361 words written today: 5,460
Wow, I… this was a flashbang success of a work day, I’m a bit speechless. My brain feels a little bit like an over-wrung washcloth but I am so, SO happy with this progress!! I managed to sneak in a few unseen Big Reveals that add to the story and flesh out the characters’ motivations SO much more. I have roughly three scenes left with this one - I’m hoping to finish it up this week for sure!!
Scene from today’s (wildly successful?? I’m still in shock) session:
“The High Priestess noticed your absence at vespers,” Hant said, by way of greeting. “She kept sending me the evil eye, as though it were my fault.” Neh’bet’s smile grew, and she settled comfortably on Hant’s bed, her feathered cloak gleaming blue and black and gold in the light from the fireplace. “She is jealous. She knows she is no longer my favorite.”
Hant’s cheeks warmed, but Neh’bet paid no mind and went on, “I was summoned to a Council. My High Priestess might complain, but that takes precedence over one day’s vespers.”
At mention of the ancients, Hant’s blood ran cold. Suddenly the room felt small, constricting, and she shivered. “A - a Council? What did they want?”
“Why I am so insistent on bullying my poor older siblings.” She shrugged and straightened one of the pillows before falling backwards with a dramatic flourish. “I merely told them I was curious to see how they upheld their own rituals, and lo and behold. Permission to bully, granted.”
Hant blinked, and then laughed. Without thinking, she pointed a finger at Neh’bet and teased, “That’s the blessing of being a younger sibling! You can get away with anything-” and then she remembered she was still speaking to a goddess. To her goddess. And the light taunt died on her lips.
But the goddess threw her head back and roared with delighted laughter. “You are a brave one, to provoke a deity! But I suppose you’re right. It was easy, to convince them. I don’t think Idall and Divitris will be all too pleased with me, and now they might tell the others to be on their guard.”
“Easier to ask forgiveness than permission,” Hant mused, pursing her lips together at the notion that her work might face more complications than simply walking through the door and doing a bit of poking around.
“Of course. In any case,” Neh’bet sniffed, pretending to be offended, “this was meant to be an impossible challenge and yet you’re making it look as if it’s as easy as plucking berries from a branch. Two secrets in three days, and I-”
“Three secrets, actually.” Hant could not keep the pride from her voice.
Not much could take a deity by surprise, but Neh’bet shot up off the pillow all the same. “What?”
With a smile like sunrise, Hant reached into a fold of her chiton and withdrew a thread the color of… Neh’bet stared it, unblinking, and then her thick eyebrows knit together in confusion, and she slipped off the bed to come and peer more closely at the length of thread Hant held in front of her, kneeling at the feet of her Oracle.
MARY YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME STRAIGHT DEAD
AAAA That is the PLAN
I really want nothing more than for you to love it; I’m so happy you love them, they’ve been so fun to write ;v; I’m hoping to have the rough draft done by today - at the very least by the end of the week because it’s what you DESERVE 💗💗
Some writing days are surgical and precise. Every move is calculated and executed to perfection. Your paragraphs are crisp, clean and plentiful.
The rest of the time, you’re six years old, everything is written backwards in blunt crayon, you’re squirting way too much glue on the page and slapping irrelevant shit into the book, the pages are stuck together, the house is on fire, you’re screaming–
Golden Secrets Woven Tight: Progress Report, 6/17/2019
total wordcount: 13,361 words written today: 5,460
Wow, I... this was a flashbang success of a work day, I’m a bit speechless. My brain feels a little bit like an over-wrung washcloth but I am so, SO happy with this progress!! I managed to sneak in a few unseen Big Reveals that add to the story and flesh out the characters’ motivations SO much more. I have roughly three scenes left with this one - I’m hoping to finish it up this week for sure!!
Scene from today’s (wildly successful?? I’m still in shock) session:
“The High Priestess noticed your absence at vespers,” Hant said, by way of greeting. “She kept sending me the evil eye, as though it were my fault.”
Neh’bet’s smile grew, and she settled comfortably on Hant’s bed, her feathered cloak gleaming blue and black and gold in the light from the fireplace. “She is jealous. She knows she is no longer my favorite.”
Hant’s cheeks warmed, but Neh’bet paid no mind and went on, “I was summoned to a Council. My High Priestess might complain, but that takes precedence over one day’s vespers.”
At mention of the ancients, Hant’s blood ran cold. Suddenly the room felt small, constricting, and she shivered. “A - a Council? What did they want?”
“Why I am so insistent on bullying my poor older siblings.” She shrugged and straightened one of the pillows before falling backwards with a dramatic flourish. “I merely told them I was curious to see how they upheld their own rituals, and lo and behold. Permission to bully, granted.”
Hant blinked, and then laughed. Without thinking, she pointed a finger at Neh’bet and teased, “That’s the blessing of being a younger sibling! You can get away with anything-” and then she remembered she was still speaking to a goddess. To her goddess. And the light taunt died on her lips.
But the goddess threw her head back and roared with delighted laughter. “You are a brave one, to provoke a deity! But I suppose you’re right. It was easy, to convince them. I don’t think Idall and Divitris will be all too pleased with me, and now they might tell the others to be on their guard.”
“Easier to ask forgiveness than permission,” Hant mused, pursing her lips together at the notion that her work might face more complications than simply walking through the door and doing a bit of poking around.
“Of course. In any case,” Neh’bet sniffed, pretending to be offended, “this was meant to be an impossible challenge and yet you’re making it look as if it’s as easy as plucking berries from a branch. Two secrets in three days, and I-”
“Three secrets, actually.” Hant could not keep the pride from her voice.
Not much could take a deity by surprise, but Neh’bet shot up off the pillow all the same. “What?”
With a smile like sunrise, Hant reached into a fold of her chiton and withdrew a thread the color of… Neh’bet stared it, unblinking, and then her thick eyebrows knit together in confusion, and she slipped off the bed to come and peer more closely at the length of thread Hant held in front of her, kneeling at the feet of her Oracle.