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In the past year, my writing career has improved considerably—enough, even, to call it a career.  With my talented and hard-working husband/publisher, we’ve put ten books up on Amazon Kindle. Having used our own covers, product descriptions, product positioning and pricing, we were surprised and delighted by how well these books have performed.

Looking back, I realize the dream I chased for so long (Big Six publisher, six-figure advance, feted in New York) is gone for good.

Here’s a trip down memory lane: my experience with a Big Six publisher:

1) Agent makes the deal.  Editor calls to say, “We love you!” You say, “So you’re putting it in hardcover?”  Long pause.  “We’re thinking mass market paperback.  That’s the way to reach people. Hard covers are too hard to sell.  You’ll see–this is going to be huge!

2) Two months go by.  Editor asks for a handful of revisions and decides to change the title of your book.

3) Eight months go by.  Editor sends photo of the cover.  “Here it is!”  You ask, “Why did you put a werewolf on the cover?” You receive only stony silence, and despite the fact that the book doesn’t have werewolves in it, you soon grow to love the cover.

4) Publisher sends copy edits.

5) They assign you a publicist. The publicist writes a few lines down on one sheet of paper, describing you and your book.

6) The publicist misses the point of the book, so you ask her to change it.  You never hear from her again.

7) Book comes out.  There’s a flurry of excitement.  Will PW review the book?

8) Sadly, no.

9) You go to the local Barnes & Noble.  (Borders is closed.)  There you go look for your book, and you find it, spine out, two copies.

And there, at last, is that wonderful moment when you are standing in that bookstore, holding the book of your heart. You’ve arrived!

Absorb that wonderful feeling.  Revel in it.  Photograph the occasion.  Because in three weeks time, that book will be pulped and turned into a beer carton.  It will disappear off the face of the earth…

Until it crops up as an ebook.

*If you didn’t get a high six-figure advance

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Please welcome Colin Falconer to Readers Rule!

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I was seven years old when my Aunty Ivy came to visit us. I got a bristly kiss on the cheek, was complimented on my curly hair, and handed a bag full of comics.

It was the start of a lifelong love affair – with stories.

There were some Superman comics in the bag, but they were promptly discarded in favour of the half dozen dog-eared Classics Illustrated. Every week after that, when Aunty Ivy took the train down from London to see us in (what was then) rural Essex, she added to my library of the world’s greatest literature, each volume condensed into 52 lurid pages with speak bubbles.

By the time I was eight I had read Moby Dick, Doctor Jekyl and Mister Hyde, The Moonstone, The Black Tulip and Ivanhoe; was familiar with most of the major works of Alexandre Dumas (Père), Mark Twain and William Wilkie Collins; and had even read most of Homer’s Odyssey (although I never found out how it ended because the comics were second hand and the last page had been ripped out.)

I just hope he got back home all right.

I was the only eight year old I knew who preferred Michael Stroganoff to Huckleberry Hound. All right, so I thought Faust was the Incredible Hulk’s younger brother, but what those comic books gave me was a thirst for great stories.

When I left school the first thing I did, to the consternation of both my parents, was go hitch-hiking around Europe. After all, why go to university? I’d read everything Shakespeare ever wrote one wet weekend when I was 9. What was left to learn?

Instead I hitch-hiked to Morocco, where me and my mate were the only white faces (then) wandering the Djema El-fna’a, the Place of the Dead, in Marrakech. Not too long after that I found myself on a rusted freighter in the middle of a typhoon in the South Java Sea, then heading to the Golden Triangle in Burma, where I shook hands with CIA agents and drug smugglers.

My travels in Indochina led to my first novel, based loosely on the life of Charles Sobrajh, a serial killer whose path I almost crossed many times. They were also the source of my five book Opium series, based on the growth of the heroin trade.

Shadows moving behind the fretted windows of a Marrakech palace led to my fascination with Muslim culture and to books like HAREM and SERAGLIO.

Yet when I look back on the beginnings of my writing career, I still wish I had paid more attention to staying in genre. Pick your niche and stick to it, as Bob Mayer says. Like Grisham or Clancy or Picoult.

But at the start I was too naïve to realize that I was writing out of genre. For a kid raised on Classics Illustrated the only genre I understood was a great story written in an accessible way. I leaned towards historical backgrounds because the Classics Illustrated stories were mostly that.

I try to pay more attention to genre these days, because readers certainly do. But in my own mind I have never strayed from my domain, one you won’t find in the writing books. It is the Aunty Ivy genre; I pray at the feet of the genius who sandwiched Les Miserables into forty eight garish pages.

I don’t have genius. All I have is a love affair with a big story on an exotic canvas that someone can read on one rainy afternoon, just like I did. If just one of my stories can fire someone else’s imagination and send their lives on a different course, as happened to me, then Aunty Ivy and I will consider it a job well done.

 

Check out Colin’s latest release, Venom at Barnes and Noble Nook First!

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When I started writing my crime fiction series featuring Laura Cardinal, a homicide detective with the Arizona Department of Public Safety, I depended on three not-so-fairy godfathers to help me—a former beat cop, a DPS homicide detective, and a sex crimes detective with Tucson Police.  Here are ten things I learned from them:

  1. My DPS detective expert, Terry, made the two-hour drive to and from Bisbee, Arizona, and we walked the “crime scene” for DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN. We covered a quaint and rather strange concrete area called City Park, which has a 1916 band shell, a perfect setting for a homicide victim.  Terry’s willingness to meet me there confirmed my belief that the majority of people who work in law enforcement are proud of what they do, and are generous with their expertise.
  2. Walking the crime scene with Terry, I learned a cute trick—keep your arms folded to avoid touching anything.
  3. I learned to walk the perimeter first, zeroing in slowly to the center of the scene, so as not to miss anything or corrupt any evidence.
  4. From my friend John, a cop-turned-pastor, I learned that a knife is even more dangerous than a gun if the knife-wielder is within 21 feet.  Every cop knows the 21 Foot Rule, and makes sure to maintain that distance from the bad guy.
  5. I learned that cops say, “bad guy.”
  6. I learned that when you’re in a bad situation, you first look for cover (something a bullet can’t go through), and if there is no cover, concealment (something to hide you), and third (and always) an escape route.
  7. I learned how to make a simple homemade bomb. In theory.
  8. I learned how to lure a sexual predator on the Internet from one of the best.  It helps if you text like a fourteen-year-old girl.
  9. I learned that people in law enforcement have deep loyalties.  First, you’re loyal to your partner. Then you’re loyal to your squad.  Then you’re loyal to your agency. Then you’re loyal to the other law enforcement agencies—you are brothers and sisters under the skin, and nobody else understands you. Then you’re loyal to your wife. (Or husband).  Then you’re loyal to the rest of your family. And so on.  When you get to football teams, you’re pretty much in line with everybody else.
  10. I learned that hostage negotiators and SWAT team members generally have two differing philosophies. The hostage negotiator thinks, “It’s only been seventeen hours, we’re close to a breakthrough.”  The SWAT team member looks at his watch and says, “It’s been ten minutes. Time to go in.”

J. Carson Black is the author of the Laura Cardinal Series, DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN, DARK SIDE OF THE MOON, and THE DEVIL’S HOUR.  It’s a mystery to her why on earth she is so attracted to the letter “D.”

Darkness on the Edge of Town

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Dark Side of the Moon

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The Devil’s Hour

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