By Aaron Michael Ritchey
Okay, the writerly world has been topsy-flippin'-turvy over
Hugh Howey and his analysis of the sales, customer satisfactions, and
general informations (plural) taken from Amazon's database. Mostly, it concerns the Indie pub revolution and all the
different kinds of authors out there. You can google it. I’ll
wait. You’ve read it now, right? Well, most of the graphs I don’t understand,
so I skip them and read Howey’s thoughts. I’m more of a word person than a graph person. But basically, Indie authors are doing better
and taking more market share than ever before.
It’s a lot to take in. I wish I were better at graphs because I like graphs, I really
do. So I decided that in my blog post
this month on PPW, that I will break down the economic picture and give you
graphs that I do understand.
Are you ready? Okay,
this is going to get technical very fast.
Mr. Howey has an anonymous data collector which he refers to
as his data spider. I don’t have a data
spider collecting the data for my analysis.
I have data aphids. They don’t
spin webs, but they do flit about and live very short lives. Like my attention span.
Okay, let’s get to it.
This first graph is an easy one. It shows which kind of writers get published, and I lump both
traditionally and independently published together.
I know. The graph is
startling. Writers who don’t write have
published 0 books. 100% of the books
written are written by writers who write. I was shocked. I asked the data
aphids to check the statistics again, but most of them died before they could.
Let’s look at the money and sex behind the numbers. I mean, most people are obsessed with either
sex or money, finances or romances. That’s
what drives most people. We’ll do money
first, then sex.
Now, you can’t just have one graph about money, you have to
have two. So here’s the next one, which
is a pie graph, but that’s because I like pie:
The graphs above aren’t a big surprise. I want a whole mess of money for writing
books, really, more money that can fit on this grid. But a hundred million dollars is about right,
just so I can be comfortable. Then there
is the money that others are making, like J.A. Konrath, Hugh Howey, Stephen
King, those kinds of people. Not sure they are making 200 million dollars, and I was going to check with my aphids, but I couldn't catch them. Anyway, the important thing is how much money I'm making. Rats! My slice of pie isn’t even
a point on the Weight Watchers system! Not even on the new Points Plus system! It’s slim.
Okay, that’s the money part. What about the romance part?
As far as I can tell, I’ve split the market after my big haircut. Some women think I look younger and
sexier and some pine for my lovely locks now long gone. Only a few women want me for the books I
write, but then there’s my wife, who loves and adores me. I won’t do a graph on the fact that my wife
is often frustrated with me and doesn't always adore me, but you get the picture.
I’ve been writing, I’ve made some money, and I have met
women who wanted me, and I’ve had some successes to be sure. But I’m not where I want to be, as the next
graph explains.
I’ve written sixteen manuscripts. I’ve published two. But there are a ton of other books I want to
write and publish, so I’ve not even scratched the surface.
Now, what are my options for the hundred or so books I still
want to write? Well, I have a graph for
that.
So my options are split. I can Indie Pub, I can go with a small press, I can go for the
traditional book contract, or I can sell my soul to the devil in return for a
lifetime of success and awards and an eternity of burning in hell. Hey, it’s an option. I’ve read my Goethe.
Let me be clear. This
graph is controversial. I don’t mean to
say that I only have to choose between one of these four options, no, as
Catherine Ryan Hyde’s agent Laura Rennert pointed out in a recent blog post, we
live in a time where authors can decide, book by book, what they want to
do. One book I might Indie Pub (I have
one of those in the works), one book I want to get out into the world through a
small press (I have a bunch of those), and I have a book that might appeal to
the mass market, which in turn would appeal to the big publishing houses (I
have one of those). Lastly, writing any
book in a sense is a Faustian deal, but we’ll talk about that in the next
graph. It’s all about the benefits of
writing books and getting them published:
Yes, the best benefit of publishing books is that real readers are reading my work. Real readers. Real people. Some like it. Some don’t. Some are touched by
it. Some aren’t. Some cry and write me letters and get really excited
because I moved them with my story.
It’s real. It’s not a
fantasy. It’s real. Yes, it’s not perfect, it’s not what I had in
mind when I started out, it’s gritty, imperfect, flawed, but it’s real.
And getting to be an author? I get to do all these hard, terrifying, soul-breaking things that bring
me joy, meaning, and a rich, full life. It’s a hard life, but a good one. Not for sissies, definitely. Writing and publishing books is not for sissies.
Let’s do one final graph, and this is an important one. It’s as important as the first graph in this
little blog post:
Yes, that’s right. If
you get your book published, either traditionally, through a small press, or
independently, you will have more readers. Some people will read your unpublished book, but not many. Not many.
In summary, since if you have graphs, you have to have a
summary. I write books, I publish books,
by any means necessary, and what I want is a lot of stupid, selfish desire, a
lot of fantasies that have nothing to do with reality. I’m at my best as a writer, as an author, as
a human frickin’ being when I let go of all the bullshit I think I want, and
just do the next, right thing that will benefit the world. Writing books benefits the world, whether I
get the huge contract including Learjet, or if I Indie Pub and become famous,
or if I Indie Pub and three people read my book. It benefits the world. And remember that first graph? If you don’t write books, you will not get
published, not by anyone.
My aphids are all dead, so I’ll end here.
Writers write. Authors get published. Some make
money. Others don’t. But every book adds to the world. The end and amen.
About the Author: Aaron Michael Ritchey grew up as a garbage can for stories including way too much Robert E. Howard, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Stephen King. His debut novel, The Never Prayer, was published by Crescent Moon Press in 2012. More recently, he has two new stories in the second and third issue of a new magazine, Fictionvale. Aaron’s next novel is a happy, little suicide book for young adults and anyone just this side of hopeless. Long Live the Suicide King is available now! Aaron lives in Colorado with his moviestar wife and two rockstar daughters.