So, I mentioned that I fired my agent, started the process to self-publish my own novel. I have a cover design. I have a synopsis, a flap copy, and a novel being edited as I type this blog (I have editors, my sister's English degree has to be good for something).
Right now, as I put family members to work on editing the novel, I'm looking over self publishing companies. At the moment, I think I have it narrowed down to either lulu.com, or Amazon's self publishing outlet, Createspace.
Now, a little bit about the novel, It Was Only On Stun. It's one of my earlier non-science fiction works, though it took place at a science fiction convention. And, despite that it hasn't been looked at in two years, it holds up. However, it needed an opening.
Thankfully, you folks have already given it to me.
A while ago, I wrote a short story called One Way To Stay Out of Jail. It showed Sean AP Ryan, security specialist, and weapon of mass destruction, being booked and thrown in jail by the LAPD. Along the way, he explains where he gets his toys, meets a former special operations officer, and tries to recruit one of the people interrogating him, during the course of the interrogation.
If you don't remember the story, you can check out the whole story here. In fact, that is the prologue to It Was Only On Stun. Where do I go from there? We flash forward to Sean Ryan giving a security lecture to a science fiction convention. Assassin's are coming to murder one of the con's guests -- when she left her Eastern European country, she had pissed off all sides, Serbians, Croats, and the "Ethnic Albanians" (ie: Muslims). Fringe groups and war criminals who want to get back in the game, terrorist organizations who want to prove they're not impotent ... and someone who thinks he's an elf assassin.
That last part is my father's fault, actually. During A Pius Man, my father had some fun typing away at one passage in Sean Ryan's resume. This was after I had written It Was Only On Stun, and he threw in a line about how Sean had taken on Middle Earth's Most Wanted Elven Assassin.
So, I had to go back to It Was Only On Stun, and insert a psychotic stranger with a bow and arrow kit who had to prove to Sean's client that she was really an elf. No matter whose blood he has to spill.
It's coming along well. I'm just navigating the world of self publishing sites. At the moment, well ...
There's a story in the Mass Effect franchise, told by an alien, Garrus, about pre-combat rituals among his people's military -- mostly, fighting. He discussed how one women he fought was a tough opponent. He had reach, she had flexibility. Afterwords, they had a rematch in her quarters. He summed it up as "I had reach, she had flexibility."
Amazon has reach. Lulu has flexibility. We'll see what happens. I might be able to use both. But, one thing at a time.
Right now, as I put family members to work on editing the novel, I'm looking over self publishing companies. At the moment, I think I have it narrowed down to either lulu.com, or Amazon's self publishing outlet, Createspace.
Now, a little bit about the novel, It Was Only On Stun. It's one of my earlier non-science fiction works, though it took place at a science fiction convention. And, despite that it hasn't been looked at in two years, it holds up. However, it needed an opening.
Thankfully, you folks have already given it to me.
A while ago, I wrote a short story called One Way To Stay Out of Jail. It showed Sean AP Ryan, security specialist, and weapon of mass destruction, being booked and thrown in jail by the LAPD. Along the way, he explains where he gets his toys, meets a former special operations officer, and tries to recruit one of the people interrogating him, during the course of the interrogation.
If you don't remember the story, you can check out the whole story here. In fact, that is the prologue to It Was Only On Stun. Where do I go from there? We flash forward to Sean Ryan giving a security lecture to a science fiction convention. Assassin's are coming to murder one of the con's guests -- when she left her Eastern European country, she had pissed off all sides, Serbians, Croats, and the "Ethnic Albanians" (ie: Muslims). Fringe groups and war criminals who want to get back in the game, terrorist organizations who want to prove they're not impotent ... and someone who thinks he's an elf assassin.
That last part is my father's fault, actually. During A Pius Man, my father had some fun typing away at one passage in Sean Ryan's resume. This was after I had written It Was Only On Stun, and he threw in a line about how Sean had taken on Middle Earth's Most Wanted Elven Assassin.
So, I had to go back to It Was Only On Stun, and insert a psychotic stranger with a bow and arrow kit who had to prove to Sean's client that she was really an elf. No matter whose blood he has to spill.
It's coming along well. I'm just navigating the world of self publishing sites. At the moment, well ...
There's a story in the Mass Effect franchise, told by an alien, Garrus, about pre-combat rituals among his people's military -- mostly, fighting. He discussed how one women he fought was a tough opponent. He had reach, she had flexibility. Afterwords, they had a rematch in her quarters. He summed it up as "I had reach, she had flexibility."
Amazon has reach. Lulu has flexibility. We'll see what happens. I might be able to use both. But, one thing at a time.
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