That expression became something of a family joke, as I came around, by easy steps, from being a teller of tall tales, an intermittent scribbler, an unrepentant essayist, a fairly dedicated blogger \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 to being \u00e2\u20ac\u201c as my daughter put it – a real arthur. Yes, a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153real arthur\u00e2\u20ac\u009d in that I have a number of books, ranging free in the wilderness of the book-reading public. Not that I am in any danger of buying the castle next-door to J.K. Rowlings\u00e2\u20ac\u2122, and my royalty checks and payments for consignments and direct sales dribble in but slowly. Slowly, but steadily, which is gratifying. Readers are buying my books, as they find out about them in various ways; through internet searches, through word of mouth, and the odd book club meeting, casual conversation and interviews on blogs and internet radio stations. It has been my peculiar good fortune to have come about to being \u00e2\u20ac\u0153a real arthur\u00e2\u20ac\u009d just when the established order of things literary was being shaken to the foundations, and not wasted very much time fighting \u00e2\u20ac\u201c or trying to smuggle my books past the toothless old dragons of the literary-industrial complex, defending the crumbling castle of Things That Once Were.<\/p>\n
Time was \u00e2\u20ac\u201c or so the older \u00e2\u20ac\u0153real arthurs\u00e2\u20ac\u009d tell me \u00e2\u20ac\u201c there was an excellent chance that if you were a fairly adept storyteller, with a pleasing voice, a discriminating way with vivid description, and could construct a setting and create characters which the general public would want to pay some trifling amount to read about \u00e2\u20ac\u201c you would eventually find a literary agent to talk you up to any number of established publishers, or that someone sifting through the slush-pile would fall upon your MS with tears of happy joy. It might take a bit and a couple of tries \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but it would happen. The publishing world was small enough, and the body of ambitious scribblers convinced that they had the \u00e2\u20ac\u0153next great novel!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d within them was small enough that the good stuff would be sifted out from the dross in fairly brisk order; if not at one publisher, then another. And there you go \u00e2\u20ac\u201c you would have the benefit of an editor, a printer, a team of publicists to get the word out about your book, ready acceptance at all the established sources for reviewers. The only alternative to that was (*shudder*) the cold hell of a so-called vanity press, the last resort of a scribbler with more money than actual talent. This is what I was assured time and time again, and what I trustfully assumed the case when I was a teenager, scribbling embarrassingly derivative fan-fiction in spiral-ring notebooks.<\/p>\n
But the world changes and we move on. Sometime around 1997 I remember going to a local writer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s club meeting, where there was a presentation by a local printer, outlining more than just what was possible, for a writer who was tired of standing outside the castle of the publishing establishment trying to lob their MS over the battlemented wall. What set this little presentation apart was his statement that some authors who had published and printed their books through his business were marketing them to local outlets \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and that a good few had gone into second and third printings, due to high demand. He named some titles, which I had recognized because I had seen them, here and there. But even a print run of a couple of thousand copies was well-outside my budget at the time. Still, I tucked that tidbit away for consideration at a later time; I hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t written a book, anyway, only some freelance articles and short stories.
\nEven then, it was becoming harder to get the attention of the major publishing houses; and as I began moving closer and closer to be serious about my own writing, the word around the book-blogs was that you had to have an agent. More and more of the big publishing houses were swamped with manuscripts, and the onus of actually screening them, and searching for the next big literary thing was something that had shifted to agents.<\/p>\n
And then, the agencies were swamped, with the flood-tide of manuscripts, to which I contributed my own bits, only to be sadly informed by a couple of them who did take the time to read them, that although I was a very good writer (or at least fairly competent) my first novel just wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t what they termed \u00e2\u20ac\u0153marketable to a traditional publisher. I went back to consulting the handful of professional writers that I knew, and to the various knowledgeable book-blogs; ah, the received wisdom was that publishing a novel, and especially a novel by a new and unknown writer was very much in the way of a gamble for a publishing house. Before going through all the trouble, and the considerable expense of publishing such a book \u00e2\u20ac\u201c major publishers wanted to put their chips on a sure thing, or something very close to a sure thing. Sometimes publishers would ask for marketing plan, including a website and blog, as well as a manuscript. More and more, mainstream publishing looked like Hollywood: ten humongous ten-million-dollar block-buster sure-thing movies a year, rather than a hundred one-million dollar not-quite-sure-thing-maybe-a-little-adventurous movies a year.<\/p>\n
Around the time that I was really getting serious about getting published \u00e2\u20ac\u201c Print On Demand<\/a> technology had changed the whole publishing paradigm once again: unlike the old vanity press, which required an outlay of at least a couple of thousand dollars, it was now possible to get in print for considerably less. Of course there were, to put it kindly, quality issues, now that everyone out there who wanted to publish \u00e2\u20ac\u201c could do so. POD-published books had a horrible reputation \u00e2\u20ac\u201c still do, in many corners of the traditional book-publishing and reviewing. I also heard frequently that having done a POD book was the kiss of death, in trying for an agent, or a mainstream publishing deal. Submission guidelines for quite a few agencies specified that manuscripts must not have been published. <\/p>\n But the reluctance of traditional publishing to even consider more than just a tiny portion of new authors out there drove more and more first-time authors, and authors with considerable experience with the written and published word to consider POD publishing. Many go with the various POD services, and the truly dedicated set up as their own publisher. If the filtering mechanism provided by literary agents, and publishing houses can no longer cope with the quantities of books out there, then publishing through POD at least allows writers to circumvent that bottle-neck, and have readers themselves to be that ultimate filter. Very likely, my own next book will be published by the boutique press which I currently work for, once we set up printing services through Lightening Source \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the print service used by many POD and traditional publishers. I will have an editor, and the services of a design studio for the cover and interior formatting \u00e2\u20ac\u201c why do I need to go through the whole submission process again, now that I have an established fan base through my books?<\/p>\n There have certainly been some widely-reported success stories over the last decade or so, of books like The Shack<\/a><\/em> or The Christmas Box<\/a><\/em> and The Lace Reader<\/a><\/em> which sold initially and widely as POD books – and suddenly became visible to a traditional publisher. With those books, it seems as if the acquisitions editor at a traditional house came out of a torpid state, exclaiming \u00e2\u20ac\u0153OMG, that book has sold a bomb of copies already, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d better hop onto the gravy-train and sign that author to a deal!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (Note \u00e2\u20ac\u201c in 2006, a NY Times article estimated that the average POD book sells 150-175 copies<\/a>, other experts quoted less than a hundred, possibly as low as 50.) In the last six months or so, I have encountered hints and portents that traditional publishing houses may be reconsidering POD books; yes, even to the point of patrolling Amazon.com, searching out those POD and boutique-press of excellent quality and a consistent, but unspectacular record of sales. <\/p>\n At least one IAG author that I know of, Dianne Salerni has a contract with a small, but substantial traditional publisher, on the basis of her first book<\/a> and an option on her second. Harper-Collins UK set up a website called \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Authonomy<\/a>\u00e2\u20ac\u009d which allowed authors to put up all or part of a published or unpublished MS and allow other people to read and recommend. I have read some terrific historical novels at Authonomy, and am considerably mystified that some of the best have not been published with much acclaim months ago. Another book-blog & website, the Publetariat<\/a> has recently set up a searchable database of books offered by POD authors, to include hard stats on sales and royalties. It appears to be the hope of the Publetariat that making offering this, along with a synopsis and sample chapters, would make it easier for agents and publishers to locate promising books with a proven record. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t imagine that the business of writing books \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and it is a business, never mind how much one enjoys the writing aspects of it \u00e2\u20ac\u201c will ever go back to the old way, of lobbing manuscripts over the castle walls, in the hope that they will magically fall into the hands of a kindly editor. Seriously, though \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m having more fun this way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" That expression became something of a family joke, as I came around, by easy steps, from being a teller of tall tales, an intermittent scribbler, an unrepentant essayist, a fairly dedicated blogger \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 to being \u00e2\u20ac\u201c as my daughter put it – a real arthur. 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