Richieâs Plank Experience is a terrifying VR game first released in 2016. In the game, the user rides up a simulated elevator to a rooftop that is 525 (simulated) feet above street level. Then, the user steps out on a (simulated) plank and walks out on it, over a vertiginous (simulated) drop.
Iâm out on tour again, my first in-person book tour since 2019. I had four books come out during lockdown and âtouredâ them over Zoom, which was as good as many talented and dedicated publishing PR people, booksellers, and co-presenters could make it.
Now, after three years, Iâm out on tour again. Itâs an odd kind of tour, because itâs a different kind of book. Chokepoint Capitalism isnât a novel from a Big Five publisher, itâs a nonfiction critique of monopolies and cartels. That includes the Big Five, which is why we went with an indie, the storied Beacon Press, praised by the likes of Albert Einstein and Howard Zinn for a publishing program that promotes progressive values.
Itâs hard to overstate how liberating the early years of internet publishing were. After a century of publishing driven by the needs of an audience, we could finally switch to a model driven by the interests of writers.
That meant that instead of trying to figure out what some âdemographicâ wanted to read about, we wrote what we wanted to read, and then waited for people who share our interests to show up and read and comment and write their own blogs and newsletters and whatnot.
When the first ad networks came along, they leaned into this model: âHere is a writer whose audience has this approximate composition and interests; if thatâs a group youâre trying to reach, then hereâs a rate card to show those people ads.â
Back in those days, it seemed that ad targeting would enable more niches, more âlong tailâ publications tailoring to the esoteric, gnarly interests of writers and readers.
But that was wrong. As behavioral ad targeting took off, and with it, social networks and recommendation algorithms, the money shifted to follow readers around on the internet. Some readers were worth more than others. Showing an ad for a contingency liability lawyer to someone with a mesothelioma diagnosis was worth a bundle, for example, but you didnât have to write about asbestos or lung cancer to score ad revenue from that user. Continue reading "So Youâve Decided to Unfollow Me"
I donât want to pretend that freelance writing contracts were ever great, but in the 34 years since I sold my first short storyâââat 17âââIâve observed firsthand how manifestly unfair contractual terms have become standard, and worse, non-negotiable.
I started selling to magazines back in 1980s, which were the the dawn of corporate publishing consolidation. Magazines changed owners frequently as they were snapped up by new owners who, in turn, merged or bought out their competitors (thank Ronald Reagan for neutering antitrust and allowing these mergers to be waved through).
We donât know anything about breaking into todayâs market
âBreaking In,â is my latest column for Locus Magazine; itâs both the story of how I broke into science fiction, and an explanation of why thereâs so little to learn from that story.
When I was trying to sell my first stories, I obsessively sought career advice and memoirs from established writers. I sat in on countless science fiction convention panels in which bestselling writers explained how theyâd butter up long-dead editors to sell to long-defunct publications.
This week, a friend wrote to ask if I had any words of encouragement for a 14-year-old writer who had grown discouraged, convinced that writing would neither improve her life, nor this tormented and fraught world. Here is what I wrote to her, with a few edits.
Dear XXXXXXXXXXXX,
XXXXXX asked me to send you a brief note of encouragement. I understand where youâre coming from. Writing can be incredibly demoralizing, in part because it is incredibly elevating. Working out your anxieties, hopes and fears on paper through the lives of imaginary people can be an absolute tonic, and when the world is all in chaos, that tonic can be balm indeed. But at the same time, writing can feel inconsequential, especially when youâre just starting out, because it is intangible, just a bunch of made-up rubbish that has no power on its own to materialize those aspirations or mitigate the things that give rise to fears.
Worse, when you start writing you will quickly discover that very few people even care that youâre doing itâââthe proud relatives in your life are glad youâre writing but not very interested in specific works, and the friends who are entertained by your work are only interested in consuming so much of it.