necessaries

Free Books Are the Best Books

They really, really are. When you get a free book, you don't have to weigh the money spent on it against the content. You can read it free of buyer's remorse. Maybe it's a dud, but you haven't lost any cash on finding that out. Maybe it's just what you needed, and you didn't have to waste a penny in discovering it!

So, if you've been unsure about spending money on my quirky-and-queer superhero novel, Necessaries, now is the time to do it. Why? 

Because it's free to download on Amazon this week! All the way to Friday, December 23rd!  

Even if you don't think you have time right now to read it, you may as well download it this week, while it's free, so you can check it out in the future. It doesn't take up much space, and every download helps my Amazon rank!

Click here to download Necessaries from Amazon! FOR FREEEEE!

And, of course, if you like the book, I'd love to hear back from you once you've read it! Heck, if you didn't like it, I'd still love feedback! It's my first foray into novel-writing, and I want to keep improving my craft. Leaving a review on Amazon does WONDERS for my sales and downloads. I mean, have you ever bought something on Amazon without glancing at the reviews first? Even lower ratings are beneficial, because it shows folks are reading and responding to the story. If you can, please throw some stars are me and tell me what you think!

(This entry was originally meant to be published on Monday, so it's a little, ehm, belated. SquareSpace was having some trouble with links. But the deal is still on! In fact, I have some updates. I'm officially at the top of a bestseller list!!! I mean, it's a very specific subgenre, but I'll take it.)

What I Learned in Self-Publishing School Is:

(In case you missed the reference) Source

(In case you missed the reference) Source

If you came by my booth at Pride, you probably noticed that there were 3 of me. There was Capital M Me (the me with the snaggly teeth and dangerously high levels of enthusiasm, given the heat index), then a blue-haired me (who was holding Capital M Me on a leash, but not the kinky kind, just the "keep calm and actually sell your product" kind), and finally, a super hot but moderately confused me (bless her soul). 

OK, so we're 3 different people (probably, hopefully), but my 2 companions served as extensions of myself and my product (my novel, Necessaries) at my booth. Without them, I would have crumpled in front of the crowd. I wouldn't have sold nearly as many books, I wouldn't have met the interesting people I did, and I guarantee that fewer people would have even approached my booth, much less tried to interact with me. I know these things because while the 2 of them took a break, I felt totally swamped by people coming up to spin the prize wheel and ask about the book and request business cards. I couldn't keep up with the (unexpected but extremely appreciated) crowd. People noticed that, and walked away rather than wait for a chance to chat.

TL;DR: Having multiple people at my booth was lifesaver.

BUT.  They also made me realize that I don't know how to explain my own content.

As I mentioned in my melancholy follow-up Pride post, being self-published means you are your own marketing team. In my efforts to market myself and my writing, I've created things like this website, and a Facebook page, and who knows how many author pages on other websites. In the process, I've shared boatloads of information about myself, and also random reviews, and goofy commentary on my life, and even some serious writing about modern social issues. My content is a strange mish-mash of experience, opinion, and art.

So, when promoting my website, my other "me's" had to come up with a way to succinctly describe what I do. One of them mentioned that I write about my experiences in self-publishing. At the time, I was like, "Yeah, I've totally written about my self-publishing journey. That seems legit." But now, I'm not so sure. 

Which means it's time to remedy that! Today, I'll give you an introductory post on where I am with my writing and why I chose self-publishing. I'll go into greater detail on specific topics in future posts, so if you are curious about anything in particular, now is the time to bring it up to me so I can plan to address it.

How I Got Here (and Where Is Here?)

Imagine it. A grid of identical cubicles, gray and tomb-like under the sour glow of the overhead lights. The constant electronic chatter of ringing phones, the overlapping voices of the damned souls who must answer them. The faint but acrid odor of burnt popcorn. 

There, sitting in one of the sad little boxes, is me, about 2 years ago. 

I was a total loss claims representative. I was charged with telling people in crisis that their car - a huge portion of their asset pool, often the most expensive item they own - was a total loss, and that I had a non-negotiable settlement amount for them. And most people really didn't want to have that conversation. And as the insurance company I worked for increased mandatory overtime and created actual "shame lists" to punish people who took the time to do their jobs right, I stopped being able to let the awful things customers said to me slide off my back. I stopped feeling quite as numb when I saw pictures of blood-covered cars. I became a raw nerve. Panic attacks, nightmares, drinking huge amounts of alcohol to quiet my eternally racing heart and knock myself out before I could do real damage to myself.

I did have one good coping mechanism, and that was writing Necessaries.

I've always loved telling stories. I started drawing comics as soon as I could hold a pencil. I invented dozens of deeply involved, character-driven games to play with my brother (Dr. Faustus in space was a particularly... interesting one). But it took working a shitty, nightmarish job to get me to focus on writing a complete novel. I could escape into another world for a while, and the act of concentrating on the writing helped me to stop thinking about the stress of my job.

Eventually, things came to a head at work. Some dark stuff happened. There are several months of my life that are just blurs in my memory. I left that hell, and wound up with a better job at a small wealth management office. And I published Necessaries.

Why did I go the self-publishing route? These are my personal reasons:

  • This is my first novel. I believe it's good, and my pre-readers had positive things to say about it. But it has a long way to go. I didn't have the money for an editor, so the polishing that my friends and family and I did to the book were enough for me, but probably not enough for a larger publishing house. So, I didn't have the funds to invest, and since I had no previous writing out there for people to see and give feedback on, I was hesitant to waste a lot of time and money on a first project. In a way, I'm testing the waters with this novel, and the waters are feeling pretty fine.
  • On an emotional level, I needed to be done with this book and make it immediately available to my friends and family. I wrote this book during the worst few years of my life. It was a lifesaver for me, but it also carries a lot of painful baggage. Making Necessaries so easily available was cathartic for me, and served as evidence that I'd come through a terrible time but had come out on the other side with something valuable. It was like a message to my friends that I was OK, and it was an invitation for them to come close again and look at the pieces of my heart I'd preserved in the book.
  • I wanted to develop a readership. A lot of literary agents won't consider an author unless they have a following. Having Necessaries out there, marketing it myself, and writing regularly on this site and others make me more visible. For my next book, I'll be able to show the agents I query that there are interested readers out there, and I wouldn't have those readers had I not published Necessaries.
  • I still consider writing a hobby. Kinda. I'd like to change that, but as it stands, writing isn't my day job. It's getting harder and harder for writers to survive as career authors. Self-publishing gives me full control over my book. How it's presented, what's on the cover, everything down to the price. I can organize special events like giveaways because of my status as a self-publisher. I'm free to experiment without someone taking a cut of my profits, and I don't have to worry that my publisher will slack in their marketing, since I'm the one in charge. A sloppy publisher can kill their own books, and if sales plummet, my chances of getting back on board with them could be slim.
  • Self-publishing may be the way of the future. More and more authors are putting their work out there like this, which means the book market is becoming more diverse. It also means more competition. However, in an increasingly self-serve society, it wouldn't surprise me if the tides turn away from traditional publishing soon. In fact, the turn has already begun.
  • I can always traditionally publish in the future. For now, I can bring in a little cash, get my name known, and acquire some feedback. Perhaps in the future, I'll be able to afford that editor, and will have developed the industry know-how to sell a publisher on the story. (By the way... I never approached a publisher with Necessaries, so I don't know how it would have been received.)

In summary, emotional, financial, and self-branding reasons drove my decision. My name is out there now. I have a book under my belt, and I'm learning about how to sell my book and myself, because you really do have to sell both. 

I'll be honest. I've put a lot more money into this thing than I've gotten out. I've taken the book to a self-published book fair and to Pride, and I'm constantly seeking out new places to show Necessaries off. Despite the expense, every time I do something like run an ad on Amazon (also a benefit of self-publishing) or do a reading at a writing conference, I get a little boost in sales, I make new connections, and my name gets spread a little further.

This is where I am. My first novel is in print, and has sold a few dozen copies, nothing wild. But I have readers on my blog, and folks who interact with me on Facebook, and complete strangers who came across my book online and wrote wonderfully encouraging reviews. 

And I'm having a terrific time. I'm learning some strange and fantastic and frustrating things about the book industry. I'm getting a better idea of how I want to handle publishing my next book. Even the way I write is improving thanks to meeting other writers, reading other self-published fiction, and explaining/selling my book to potential readers.

In future posts, I'll go into greater detail about what I've done, whether the stuff I've done has worked, my general observations on the world of self-publishing, the unexpected lessons I've learned, and where I plan to go from here. If you have a particular question or topic you want to know more about, comment and ask me! Or you can message me on Facebook. 

Until next time! Much love! :D 

Kickstarter Portrait Collection!

You know how I offered to draw super versions of the folks who donated at the $25 level or higher for my Pride booth Kickstarter? Well, I finally finished those portraits! And now, everyone can see the results! (Even though they're poorly photographed... my phone is overdue for an update... isn't technology absurd?)

After Deirdre was abducted by aliens, she discovered her eyeliner could be more than decorative. At her thought, her wings extend, lithe and vicious, ready to snap and bind and grasp. Maybe it seems like a silly power. But hers is a strange and uniq…

After Deirdre was abducted by aliens, she discovered her eyeliner could be more than decorative. At her thought, her wings extend, lithe and vicious, ready to snap and bind and grasp. Maybe it seems like a silly power. But hers is a strange and unique ability. It's visual and visceral. And there is no one else on this planet that has the strength she has.

After being abducted by aliens, Chris discovered that he and his dog-child Soleil had become even more connected. They could share thoughts and exchange ideas. The two of them can thwart any crime by working together.

After being abducted by aliens, Chris discovered that he and his dog-child Soleil had become even more connected. They could share thoughts and exchange ideas. The two of them can thwart any crime by working together.

After the aliens left, Joe and Laura found they'd become an even stronger team than before. With Laura's ability to calculate and manipulate probability in favor of her allies and Joe's super-powered bowl, there isn't an enemy they can't knock out.

After the aliens left, Joe and Laura found they'd become an even stronger team than before. With Laura's ability to calculate and manipulate probability in favor of her allies and Joe's super-powered bowl, there isn't an enemy they can't knock out.

The aliens gave Bryanna the ability to almost instantly recreate any outfit she can visualize using any ordinary needle and thread. She can slip seamlessly into a police unit, or mimic centuries-old royal gowns. And, of course, she totally kills at …

The aliens gave Bryanna the ability to almost instantly recreate any outfit she can visualize using any ordinary needle and thread. She can slip seamlessly into a police unit, or mimic centuries-old royal gowns. And, of course, she totally kills at conventions.

The power bestowed on Zach by the aliens was that of a multitalented pied piper. Any instrument Zach can play, he can use to convey powerful (and sometimes crippling) emotions. His listeners can feel profound joy, or darkest sorrow, or paranoia so i…

The power bestowed on Zach by the aliens was that of a multitalented pied piper. Any instrument Zach can play, he can use to convey powerful (and sometimes crippling) emotions. His listeners can feel profound joy, or darkest sorrow, or paranoia so intense they hold on to the grass for fear of floating away. Sure, he could drive people into a rage using a simple plastic kazoo if he wanted. Instead, Zach uses his power to spread cheer and comradery wherever he goes.

The aliens gave Alejandra a playful gift. The creations she crochets come to life to assist her. Whether she needs a ride across town or a fuzzy but effective bodyguard for her adventures, Alejandra can whip out her needles and conjure a friendly fa…

The aliens gave Alejandra a playful gift. The creations she crochets come to life to assist her. Whether she needs a ride across town or a fuzzy but effective bodyguard for her adventures, Alejandra can whip out her needles and conjure a friendly familiar.

Whew! It's been a while since I drew actual people. Like, faces of people I know. Did you know I'm a bit face-blind? I'm generally good with friends and family (though I did recently fail to recognize my uncle, at whose business I currently work). But I don't remember faces as easily as many people do. I break down faces into 2-dimensional figures in my head, so if I see someone in a different angle than usual, I can be really thrown off. However, this mental "flattening" comes in handy when I draw faces. I'm told the above drawings match up pretty well with their subjects, but (ironically?) I can't really say for sure. Anyway. There's your Abi trivia for the day. And also an explanation in case I don't recognize you in public. 

One last thing! I've been crafting with my misprint copies of Necessaries

A big ol' wreath!

A big ol' wreath!

Magnets! And my parents' dog, Mowgli. 

Magnets! And my parents' dog, Mowgli. 

That's all for now, folks! Sorry it took me so long! 

Audiobook Edition of Necessaries Available Now!

I was going to try to do some kind of April Fools stunt related to making an audiobook... but then I actually made the audiobook. Well, a first chapter. A very amateur first chapter... but one with music and intro/outro tags and half-decent editing. Yeah... I have a long way to go, and I still gotta figure out how to do Lucy's voice. But it's a thing! A fun little thing!

OK, I know you're waiting for the Rick Roll. Dude, that was so, um, however many years ago that was. Stop being so paranoid.

Anyway, I'm a big fan of audiobooks and podiobooks. I listen to free podiobooks when I exercise or draw or when I'm doing monotonous work. They're a great way of reading when you don't actually have the time to read. If there are other folks like me out there who prefer their books read to them (even by an amateur like me), maybe I'll release more episodes. 

Let me know if this is something you want more of in the future. If enough people are interested, I'll continue recording and releasing chapters as a free weekly podcast. So tell me if you're interested!

By the way, the theme music for this episode is "Waking Up (Instrumental)" by Dexter Britain. Go check him out!

I Stood on a Stage and Did a Thing

Picture of me doing the thing I said I was doing in the title of this entry.

Picture of me doing the thing I said I was doing in the title of this entry.

Right in the middle of a big misprint fiasco, I attended the 2016 Gathering of Writers in downtown Indianapolis. My nerves were shattered from finding a giant mistake in the printing of the version of Necessaries I was finally able to get onto Amazon, so I wasn't sure I could get in the "HELL YEAH WRITING" mood. 

Despite being a pouty poop, I volunteered to read first at the open mic, and I'm so, so glad I did. It's been a long time since I've been on a stage, and when I got off, Kelsey used her fancy sci-fi phone to check my pulse. 130. Appropriate for running from bears and/or reading a small passage from a self-published novel. 

Anyway, I didn't get a recording of my reading, but wanted to share the excerpt here! Enjoy!

The ceiling of the old stone church was so high and black that it should have contained stars. Preston’s eyes were magnetically drawn to the vast space above, hoping for an indication that there was in fact a roof and uncharacteristically anxious about the fact that he couldn’t tell. For the first time in a long while, he felt the urge to run from the magnificent unknown. He gripped the edge of his pew to prevent being sucked into the nothingness above, knowing full well he was acting like a child hiding under his sheets from make-believe monsters.

”I can’t believe how many people are here, can you?” Bernadette whispered to him before noticing his hold on his seat. “Hey, are you okay?”

”Only a little impatient,” Preston replied. “We’ve been here for twenty minutes now, and I haven’t seen anyone else arrive or depart. When’s your ‘Danielle’ going to show up?”

Bernadette frowned. “She didn’t give me an exact time. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we’d been tricked into attending a vigil.”

The atmosphere of the abandoned church did resemble a vigil or prayer meeting. The heterogeneous congregation that filled the crooked, rotting pews mostly sat with their heads bent and hands folded. Aside from the occasional cough, the sanctuary was silent. The stone walls kept the place cool and dark, and the only light came from the candles arranged around the pulpit. Their glow illuminated the busted, half-canvassed stained glass behind the altar. What was left of the enormous window depicted an awkwardly cubist-inspired crucifix. In it, Christ was a gangly, angular, gray-bodied humanoid on his bloodied cross. The red of his many wounds blazed in the candlelight against the gray and blue-scale background. Someone had thrown a rock through Jesus’ face.
— Necessaries, Chapter 20