Pitfalls of independent publishers

One brave author speaks up about her publisher. Reblogged from Tricia Drammeh’s blog. I’m hoping she gets out the contract and her book receives a fair chance since it’s a great story. Keep fighting Tricia, you will get there!!

My Greatest Mistake

Posted on May 6, 2013 by Tricia Drammeh

If you’ve kept up with my blog over the past couple of months, you’ve probably noticed I talk about small presses a lot. There’s a reason for this. It’s because I don’t want to see any other authors make the same mistake I did. I signed with a brand new small press and that’s a decision I deeply regret. It’s very hard to admit I made such a foolish mistake. For a long time, I made excuses for my publisher and tried to hide my stupidity. But, it’s time to come clean.

I would like to stress that the experiences I am referring to are my personal experiences. I have lots of theories and I’d love to speculate, but at this point, I have to stick with facts I can back up with saved emails and screen shots from the publisher’s original website.

Okay, now that my disclaimer is out of the way, let me tell you how I signed away my happiness.

My story begins with a manuscript. I peddled the manuscript to several agents, but received very little interest. I posted my query on a blog and a publisher asked to see a partial manuscript. After about three weeks, the publisher asked to see a full, and a few days later, expressed interest in publishing the book. I researched the company before viewing the contract. I just didn’t research enough. They weren’t listed on P&E, but this was because they were too new to have appeared on any watchdog radars.

Mistake #1 – I assumed no news was good news. Since there were no complaints against the publisher, I figured it was safe to plunge ahead.

The company was brand new and had no titles to their credit, but boasted several editors (who were named individually on the website). The company claimed these editors were “professional and freelance editors, and avid readers of the genres with several years of experience.” Everyone has to start somewhere, right? I figured if this brand new company was willing to take a chance on me (a brand new author), then I could do the same and take a chance on them.

Mistake #2 – I assumed the publisher would share my values and work ethic. I assumed their reputation was as important to them as my reputation is to me.

I read the contract. At the time of reading, it seemed to be sound, but there were a couple of clauses I questioned. The clause I was most particularly concerned with was a Right of First Refusal clause. I didn’t want to be tied down to the publisher for future works. I asked the publisher if he could put a time limit on the clause so I wouldn’t have to submit manuscripts to him for the duration of the contract. I was told it wasn’t practical to do so and that they would pass quickly on any manuscripts that were a genre they didn’t publish.

Mistake #3—I didn’t have a lawyer look over the contract. I assumed I was smart enough to negotiate a simple publishing contract. If a publisher is unwilling to negotiate clauses within the contract, they are not the publisher for you.

I signed. Everything was great for a while. We started on edits right away. The first thing that caused a niggling doubt was when the publisher asked me to seek out a graphic artist to work on the book cover. The contract clearly stated book cover services would be provided by the publisher, but the author could commission a cover if they chose. I began to search for a cover, but none of my choices met with the publisher’s approval. It was at this point I discovered there was a fundamental difference in the way we each viewed my book. The publisher viewed the book as a fantasy with some romantic elements. I saw the book as a romance with paranormal elements. Indeed, my original query stated the book was a YA paranormal romance.

Mistake #4 – I assumed the publisher and I were on the same page. I should have asked the publisher about his ideas for cover art, marketing, etc before I signed anything.

The publisher was very attentive at first. Edits were forwarded to me on a regular basis. He had grand plans for the website—author pages, a bookstore, many of the same features you’d expect to see on a typical publisher’s website. He indicated he would takeover commissioning my cover art and I was pleased to hand this over to him. He asked me to send a detailed character description and said he found an artist to work on the cover. He asked me to pen two blurbs—one for soft cover and one for the inside flap for hardcover. Contracts were signed for the rest of the series. He stated his intent to publish the first book in late spring 2012 in hardback, with the second book releasing six months later.

Mistake #5 – I let my ego override common sense. I assumed the publisher was in a rush to sign the other books because my first book was so stinking awesome. I didn’t pause to wait and see how he handled the first book before signing contracts for the other, and with the Right of First Refusal clause hanging over me, I didn’t feel I had any choice but to sign over the remaining books.

And then things weren’t so great. In the New Year (2012), the publisher asked me to resend information I’d sent in October 2011—the character descriptions, bio, and blubs. I kept getting conflicting information about the book cover. In February, he told me the cover artist was working on the cover and would have a mock-up soon. In April, he told me he was waiting on a contract from the cover artist before they could start working on it. The cover wasn’t finalized until July.

Communication was sketchy. Emails were often ignored. If I asked more than one question in an email, he would often answer only one of the questions asked.

The website went for months without being updated even after I questioned it several times. I did not appear on the website until February 2013, and that was only after pointing out his failure to update the site was a breach of contract. I am still not on the author section, but at least my book appears—with the old cover. And, this is only the main site I’m talking about. Technically, my book was published under the YA imprint. The website for this imprint hasn’t been updated since 2011 and looks quite abandoned.

The release date for the book was pushed back to August. And, then pushed to September. And, then finally October. Though the paperback became available in mid-September, the Kindle version wasn’t available until October. The hardback version he mentioned never materialized.

There was—and still is—a typo in my name on the title page of the Kindle version of the book. There were also editing problems. The publisher promised to fix the errors in November, January, February, and in March. I asked again a couple of weeks ago and was told it wouldn’t be fixed until May. Over six months to fix an obvious and embarrassing error!

In January, I received an incorrect accounting statement. When I questioned the exclusion of books sold at my signing, he said those books didn’t count in the totals since they were distributed outside normal sales channels. When I asked him to provide the contract clause that allows him to exclude those sales, I received no response. After I sent a breach of contract letter, the publisher said he would send an updated statement and blamed the oversight on someone else.

The publisher now has a ‘Strongly Not Recommended’ rating on P&E and a thread on Absolute Write due to a problem he had with another author.

As per the Right of First Refusal clause, I submitted a book to the publisher. After a couple of months, I asked about it, but was ignored. Four months later, he finally passed on the project AFTER I withdrew it from consideration. The Right of First Refusal is very vague and undefined. It doesn’t say how long the publisher has to look at a manuscript before he makes a decision. It doesn’t say I have to sign with the publisher either. As a matter of fact, it’s so vague, I’ve been told by a couple of lawyers it’s not enforceable, though the publisher might have a different interpretation and decide to cause trouble for me if I self-publish something he later decides he wants.

I could go on and on. There have been other problems. My complaints could fill a novel.

My greatest mistake: Assuming.

Maybe my greatest mistake was that I assumed too much. I assumed someone who set up shop as a publisher would know something about publishing. I assumed his references to traditional publishing practices and minimum print runs meant he was a traditional publisher, and not reliant upon print-on-demand services. I assumed that since thousands of self-published authors around the world could easily format a Kindle version of a book, that meant several editors with multiple years of experience could do the same. The fact that the Kindle version of my book is still sitting uncorrected suggests otherwise.

Contract clauses should not be open for interpretation. Everything in a contract should be written out down to the last detail. Take nothing for granted. Don’t assume the publisher you’re working with is honest. Don’t assume the publisher will be reasonable. Don’t even assume the publisher will know a single thing about publishing. Don’t assume anything.

So, where am I now? I’m the author of two published books—one of which is unmarketable due to the embarrassing errors the publisher has failed to correct. I have four books in a series that are contracted to a publisher I don’t trust and since I foolishly signed away my rights, those books might never see publication. I’m disillusioned and depressed. I feel like I sold my creativity to the devil. But, it could be worse. I’m not out any money (well except for my new book cover and some bookmarks). Unfortunately, it’s unlikely I’ll ever make money either. The contract is very author-unfriendly, and it’s hard for me to promote a book I’m embarrassed to have my name on–well, my misspelled name, to be precise. I plan to send a termination letter, but whether or not the publisher will choose to do the right thing and acknowledge my termination is another matter. I can’t imagine why a reputable publisher would have any interest in continuing to work with an author who is so obviously unhappy, but I guess we’ll see what happens.

I took a risk by choosing to post this. In America, anyone can threaten legal action for any reason, with or without proof, so it’s possible the publisher could threaten me with legal action for posting this. But, I know truth is on my side. I can only hope this post will help newbie authors who might be tempted to sign with the first publisher who expresses interest in their work. I don’t want to see anyone else sign away their happiness.

Please keep your comments clean. This is not a place for name-calling, threats against any publisher, or unfounded accusations. Feel free to share your personal experiences, but be careful to withhold any information that might land you in court. If you don’t feel comfortable posting on this public forum, please feel free to email me at: tricia@triciadrammeh.com

Book Review: Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor

GREAT writing. Paranormal. YA. Romance. Daughter of Smoke & Bone excels in every way. Finally a book where the romance makes sense, where it builds up convincingly and makes you fall in love too. A heroine that kicks ass. A novel where the language itself carries you into a different world, and at times reads like poetry…

This book is beautiful, deep and heart-warming. I loved it. The only note I’d have to make is that it is about angels and creatures that resemble monsters, but in the book they have no religious context or origin whatsoever. If you are a religious person and have difficulty reading about angels and demons as mere fantasy creatures, this book may be difficult for you to digest. But if you can read this as a fantasy novel and nothing else, you may simply love it.

So, behold! Some quotes!

This is early in the story. Our main girl Karou is getting even with her ex who cheated on her and now thinks he can have her back. Her revenge is innocent, just a series of inconvenient itches she wishes upon him. But it’s brilliant none the less.

This, she thought, isn’t just for today. It’s for everything. For the heartache that still felt like a punch in the gut each time it struck, fresh as new, at unpredictable moments; for the smiling lies and the mental images she couldn’t shake; for the shame of having been so naïve.

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve – like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

And this, Karou thought, no longer smiling, is for the irretrievable.

For her virginity.

And here are two descriptions of Karou that I loved:

Zuzana looked back and saw the expression that Karou sometimes got when she thought no one was watching. It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default – like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.

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…and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

The artwork is from the author’s husband Jim di Bartolo.

Wish Yourself Something

Why do we bother with New Year’s resolutions anyway? Let’s be honest, we never keep them… This year I call for something different. Something better. This year, I am simply wishing myself a few things.

I wish myself more writing hours. More time in that dreamy world of mine, where anything is possible and the world makes sense even if it doesn’t.

I wish myself more expansions of the heart. When it feels like my soul just took a deep breath and opened itself up.

And I wish myself a continuous discovery of new artists and new books and the ability to share that joy with others. Namely you… :) (In that line of thought, please enjoy some of Kate Powell’s wonderful work that I added to this post.)

This whole thing has ‘movement’  written all over it. A ‘Wish Yourself Something’ movement… Ha! Wouldn’t that be something? I am probably not very original here; I haven’t searched the name online, but I can just imagine it already being taken. Nonetheless, if you have any wishes for yourself I’d love to hear them!

Resurface

This picture is just right. After emigrating to a different continent and stepping into a completely new life, this is exactly how I feel. Like I am about to resurface. I am not quite there yet, but close enough. And that breath of fresh air, when everything settles in and adjusts itself, is so near I can almost taste it.

It’s a weird feeling when every single part of your life is displaced. I have had ample time to write or even read after getting here, but often I would find myself just staring into nothing. Maybe some people get into a control and organize frenzy when their whole life is out of place. I just tend to become immobile.

And now I feel like I am finally settling in.

 

 

Book Review: Every Day, by David Levithan

Every Day read like a sweet little romance, even though it actually deals with very deep topics. The story is about A – “a teen who wakes up every morning in a different body, living a different life. It’s all fine until the morning that A wakes up in the body of Justin and meets Justin’s girlfriend, Rhiannon. From that moment, the rules by which A has been living no longer apply. Because finally A has found someone he wants to be with—day in, day out…” (from the book description on Amazon)

I wasn’t sure I would be able to emotionally connect with this story. I mean, it’s about a person that wakes up in a different body each day. My first thought was ‘okay, weird’.. It sounded way too surreal.

I downloaded the sample of the book onto my Kindle and just a few pages into the book I was hooked.

David knows emotions and people, and he knows how to make feelings real on paper.  His description of Rhiannon, from A’s point of view, is so simple yet so real that it almost hurt reading.

Here’s an excerpt from the book. It’s when A first meets Rhiannon:

… I can feel someone hovering on the periphery. I turn, and the girl standing there is transparent in her emotions – tentative and expectant, nervous and adoring. I don’t have to access Justin to know that this is his girlfriend. No one else would have this reaction to him, so unsteady in his presence. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t see it. She’s hiding behind her hair, happy to see me and unhappy to see me at the same time.

Her name is Rhiannon. And for a moment – just the slightest beat – I think yes, this is the right name for her. I don’t know why. I don’t know her. But it feels right.

This is not Justin’s thought. It’s mine. I try to ignore it. I’m not the person she wants to talk to.

“Hey,” I say keeping it casual.

“Hey,” she murmurs back.

She’s looking at the floor, at her inked-in Converse. She’s drawn cities there, skylines around the soles. Something’s happened between her and Justin, and I don’t know what it is. It’s probably not something that Justin even recognized at the time.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

I see the surprise on her face, even as she tries to cover it. This is not something that Justin normally asks.

And the strange thing is: I want to know the answer. The fact that he wouldn’t care makes me want it more.

“Sure,” she says, not sounding sure at all.

I find it hard to look at her. I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time wants me to see it. That is, she wants Justin to see it. And it’s there, just out of my reach. A sound waiting to be a word.

She’s so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

This is not my problem; I know that. I am here for one day. I cannot solve anyone’s boyfriend problems. I should not change anyone’s life.

I turn away from her, get my books out, close the locker. She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

“Do you still want to get lunch today?” she asks.

The easy thing would be to say no. I often do this: sense the other person’s life drawing me in, and run in the other direction.

But there’s something about her – the cities on her shoes, the flash of bravery, the unnecessary sadness – that makes me want to know what the word will be when it stops being a sound. I have spent years meeting people without ever knowing them, and on this morning, in this place, with this girl, I feel the faintest pull of wanting to know. And in a moment of either weakness or bravery on my part, I decide to follow it. I decide to find out more.

You see I love the way David was able to make us feel just how sad Rhiannon’s relationship is with Justin. It doesn’t take much. He doesn’t go into their past fights or provide details of all the times Justin has been selfish with her. Some of it is mentioned later in the book. But in this very simple scene where only a few words are exchanged we get a sense of all of that. We understand exactly what kind of relationship this is and we understand why A cares. We care too.

A leaves Justin’s body the next day. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t stop it. It has been like that since he remembers himself. He doesn’t know why. There are no answers. No one to tell him who he is and where he comes from. (By the way A doesn’t know if he is a boy or a girl. I refer to him as he, since he read to me as a he.)

A wakes up the next day and really wants to see Rhiannon again and talk to her. And so he attempts the boldest thing ever and that is to make her love him no matter what body he is in.

This book was sad and uplifting at the same time. I felt like I understood it, but was also completely baffled by it. I think David meant for it to make us think about what love truly is and how transcendent it can be. The things that baffled me were for example A waking up in a boy’s body to find out the boy was gay and it was the big day of his anniversary with his boyfriend. Or waking up like a girl that is secretly dating her best friend and they wake up laying in each other’s arms because the other girl had spent the night there. A. maneuvers through each of these days in PG-13 fashion. A. has never had sex. He kisses when he feels he needs to so he doesn’t hurt the people that are in that borrowed life of his. And thinks of Rhiannon when he does that. But it was strange to say the least reading through each of his days.

I felt incredibly sad for his fate. Not being able to keep the person you love in your life is so harsh, but also the idea of not having arms of your own to hold that person in. If you like sweet romances, and a story that may make you tear up a bit as well and provoke thought at the same time, I would definitely recommend this… I expect there will be a sequel. And I will be on the lookout for it.

I’ve added some works of Minjae Lee to this post. The surreal fits well with the book.

Putting emotion into writing

It’s a craft to write down words in such a way that the reader feels exactly the same thing we felt while we wrote them. There is no background music to set the tone as is the case in movies, and there are no cinematic effects either. It’s just words on paper.

Sometimes in order to fully enter into a certain feeling I listen to the same music over and over again. Some music makes me happy, other sad, or wistful etc. I try to dive deep into an emotion and then write out the scene.

I wanted to share a scene and add the music I’ve listened to while writing it. I hope to get some comments. Good or bad, feedback is always very welcome. It’s all a work in progress and I consider myself a beginning writer so I’ll be happy with your input!

To set it up:

We are already quite some pages into the first chapter by now. The story is written from the perspective of a girl (Lizzy). Lizzy’s grandma passed away recently, a few months before the tenth anniversary of her parents’ death. This plunged her into a depression and she had ignored her best friend for over a month. At this point she is walking on the beach trying to prepare for a meeting with that best friend.

Here’s the music I’ve listened to. And below is the scene.

Let me know what you think.

A few people were walking their dogs on the beach and a brown one ran right in front of my feet as I stepped on the promenade. There were several people there; some couples strolling around, some people skating. The sun had set by now, leaving the sky on fire as if to send a final reminder of its greatness before handing us over to the dark of the night. All was bathed in rays of yellow, purple, red and gold. The moment breathed ease and I felt tension slowly dissolve from my muscles.

The weather had been nice today, though spring hadn’t fully kicked in yet and it was still chilly. I huddled myself in my jacket. It was windy and with the sun set, the temperature had become more noticeable.

I looked at the couple in front of me that were holding hands. They looked in their thirties and I wondered what their life was like. What kind of past they had and what their plans were for the future. Maybe they were married. Or maybe the guy was planning on proposing. It looked like this was a happy moment for them. I wanted to believe that it was, but I knew very well that the surface could be deceiving. The woman put her hand around his waist then and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled her closer and kissed her hair. I smiled. So this was a happy moment for them. I felt happy for their happiness. If there were moments like these, then life made sense.

At the crossing with Beach Street I looked left to the sea where the bridge was still missing.

Gran was gone.

I couldn’t talk to her and there was nothing I could do to change that.

It hurt less to acknowledge it when I was aware, when I didn’t let myself slip into oblivious cheerfulness. Diya would soon be here and I needed to keep myself in one piece. At least until I was alone again tonight.

I stood there for a moment near the stone wall that divided the beach from the pavement and thought of all the people that had stood in this same spot throughout the years. Maybe they had been full of worries and had looked over the sea just like I was looking over it now. And then with time their worries were forgotten and held no importance anymore to anyone. Life was so small and insignificant. We just lived in the illusion of importance.

Somehow the thought was comforting.

I looked around to see if anyone else was washing away their pain in the calming view of the sea when my gaze fell upon a boy sitting on one of the wooden benches about twenty or thirty feet away from me. Despite the chilly weather he was dressed light, with a white long-sleeved shirt that seemed to be made of linen and trousers of a similar fabric though darker in tone. He seemed lost in thought gazing over the sea, looking very peaceful and undisturbed by the cold. I could appreciate his relaxed posture. Sporting a short beard, with straight features and short dark hair; he looked very compelling. I guessed he was about my age, nineteen or so.

But it was not his appearance that made me stop and stare. There was something else, something I couldn’t quite grasp, that made him stand out. It registered deep inside me. Like a faint heartbeat, of a heart I had not felt before. I stood there motionless, experiencing the new feeling. It flooded through me like subdued elation. That new heart, deep within me, swelled gently, filling me with an unfamiliar sense of longing. And for some inexplicable reason I felt an urge to walk up to him and start a conversation.

Goldfish missing – letting your creativity flow

Putting up a missing pet poster for a goldfish?! Artist Ed Fairburn got the idea in his head and decided to do it. It may be the funniest thing I have ever seen and I just thought to share it.

From Ed’s site:

… There was no particular reason for doing this, but once I had the image of the poster in my head, I thought, why not?… Less than 1 hour later, I received the first of many phone calls – a young woman who claimed she had seen my fish on the way to work. … In addition to the phone calls, I received a large volume of text messages, several picture messages, one or two death threats and a cumulative total of £38,081 in ransom demands.

Source: Ed Fairburn’s site

It made me think of the many ideas that have popped up in my head over time and that I have never executed… such a shame. As Ed said - ’why not?’

I’ll remember this from now on.