Please welcome Lois Winston to the blog today talking about the changing times in publishing.
Iâ€™ve often heard authors refer to their books as their â€œbabiesâ€ and the road to publication as â€œlabor pains.â€ Thereâ€™s a big difference between birthing a baby and birthing a book, though. With each progressive baby, the birthing process generally becomes a lot easier. I remember being in labor with my first son and resolving that Iâ€™d NEVER go through that pain again. Nearly three years later, I was giving birth to his brother when I remembered that Iâ€™d vowed not to go through labor ever again. Iâ€™m convinced nature makes us forget the pain of childbirth in order to keep our species from going extinct. In truth, though, that second delivery was a lot easier and less painful than the first.
Then thereâ€™s birthing a book. Ask any multi-published author, and he or she will tell you it never gets any easier. Or less painful. We sweat and worry over each sentence, each page, each scene, each chapter. When we type â€œTHE END,â€ we continue to worry.
Will my editor love the book or hate it?
What will the reviewers say?
Will readers buy the book?
Will I earn out my advance?
Will sales be good enough to secure my next contract?
The worries never end. But maybe itâ€™s the act of worrying that spurs us to continue to hone and improve our writing, knowing that with each book more is expected of us, making readers clamor for the next book even before theyâ€™ve finished the current one. One of the greatest compliments an author can receive is when a reader says, â€œI canâ€™t believe I have to wait a whole year for your next book!â€
Of course, thatâ€™s assuming the author has a contract for the next book. These are tough times in publishing, and often instead of publishers and authors working together to produce books readers clamor for, a more adversarial relationship is beginning to grow in the industry. Contracts are changing, and authors are suffering because publishers fear that the industry as they once knew it wonâ€™t be around much longer. Another worry has been added to the authorâ€™s list of worries.
Over the past few years advances from many houses have gone from halfway decent to pathetic to nearly non-existent. Those paltry advances are now being broken up into three payments â€“ a third upon signing, a third upon delivery, and a third upon publication â€“ instead of half upon signing and half upon delivery. Or the old-fashioned way of paying the author 100% of the advance upon signing the contract. Does any publisher still do that? I doubt it.
Royalties have gone from being based on cover price to net selling price, meaning the more steeply discounted the book, the less the author receives. Most troubling, though, is that publishers are inserting all sorts of language into contracts that are causing agents and literary attorneys to warn their clients against signing unless they want to wind up as indentured servants.
And yet the public thinks authors are rolling in money. Some still are â€“ if their names are Patterson, King, Roberts, Evanovich, Collins, Meyer, James, or Rowling. The rest of us would be living out of cardboard boxes if we had to depend on our writing as our only source of income.
All we want to do is write our books and get paid a fair amount of money for them. Is that really too much to ask? Apparently so. No wonder so many authors are turning their back on traditional publishing and doing what would have been considered sacrilege five or ten years ago: theyâ€™re self-publishing their books. And many of them are doing so well that when the traditional publishers come calling, cash in hand, the authors are laughing at them.
As Bob Dylan once said, â€œThe times they are aâ€™changing.â€ For better? For worse? Only time will tell. The one thing I do know is that as much as the publishing world has changed in the past five years, we ainâ€™t seen nothing yet. Check back with me five years from now.
Blurb for Someone To Watch Over Me
Dori Johnsonâ€™s life is built on lies and deceit. Six years ago she committed a series of felonies in order to flee Philadelphia and save herself and her siblings from a ruthless Russian crime boss. Theyâ€™ve lived under the radar ever since. But now Doriâ€™s been offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that her siblings insist she take. Within days her carefully constructed world begins toppling around her, and when her life is threatened, the one man who can help her is the one man she doesnâ€™t dare trust.
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Award-winning author Lois Winston writes the critically acclaimed Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mysteries series featuring magazine crafts editor and reluctant amateur sleuth Anastasia Pollack. Assault With a Deadly Glue Gun, a January 2011 release, was the first book in the series and received starred reviews from both Publishers Weekly and Booklist. Kirkus Reviews dubbed it, â€œNorth Jerseyâ€™s more mature answer to Stephanie Plumâ€ Death By Killer Mop Doll was released this past January. Revenge of the Crafty Corpse will be a January 2013 release.
Lois is also published in womenâ€™s fiction, romantic suspense, and non-fiction as well as being an award-winning crafts and needlework designer and an agent with the Ashley Grayson Literary Agency. She has also recently embarked on an indie publishing career, releasing some of her earlier romance, romantic suspense, and chick lit books under the pen name Emma Carlyle. Throughout August, September, and October, Lois is donating $500 to breast cancer research for every 1,000 Emma Carlyle books sold. Links to the books can be found on Emma’s website.
Visit Lois at http://www.loiswinston.com , visit Emma at http://www.emmacarlyle.com, and visit Anastasia at the Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers character blog, www.anastasiapollack.blogspot.com. You can also follow her on Twitter @anasleuth and at Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/anasleuth/books-by-lois-winston-aka-emma-carlyle/.
Thanks for being here, Lois. Publishing times are definitely changing and changing fast. It will be interesting to see where things are five years from now.
Until next time…