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Books…where to start? Books are wonderful things that can transport you to worlds you could never see in your daily live. But I’m biased toward books because I write them. I write horror stories – mostly short stories. I have written two books and I have many more in mind.

Writing is a Business, and Other Harsh Truths

After falling into and subsequently climbing out of another bout of depression, some things about this crazy profession called “writing” occurred to me. After all, there are a lot of myths out there about us writers. That, say, we’re famous, or untouchable savants sitting on top of a tower of genius, or that one book separates the average writer from fortune and fame. Those and many more. The thing is that, while there is some truth to all of those things — we’ve all heard of Stephen King and J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyers, all three of whom are filthy rich, famous, and the first is widely considered a genius in his field — most of us writers are folks like me. That is to say, we’re bumbling along, struggling to write around day jobs (or struggling to find a day job), hoping some day to catch that big break that allows us to sit in our luxurious manner house all day, pounding out the next Great American Novel.

…yeah, about all that. Not gonna happen.

Don’t get me wrong, you CAN find success in this business. This isn’t some bitter polemic, and I’m far from an expert. Shoot, I don’t even have a book published at the moment; the two I did have up, I took down due to quality concerns (but more on that later). So, like anything else, take what is useful out of this mess and leave the rest. Without further ado, here are some harsh truths about writing I’ve learned both through personal experience and by watching others who are way, way more successful at this than I am.

1) Writing is a Business

It’s right in the title, so you knew this one was coming. Yes, writing is art and fun and wonderful, but if you want to “make it” as an author, you have to also look at it as a business. I don’t really believe in writing for the market, because fiction is notoriously hard to market, and what you write now could be out of vogue when it comes time to publish. You should write what you enjoy. If you like sparkly vampires involved in hackneyed, possibly abusive romances with underage girls, write stuff like that. I like fantasy and horror, so I write that. Be that as it may, this is still a business. You still have to do marketing, accounting, and all that good stuff. If you go through a traditional publisher, you’ll have some support, but if you choose to self pub, you’ll have to take care of all that on your own. Writing is not the glamorous, romantic profession people think it is; it’s as muddy and messy as any other, and there is a lot of drudgery involved.

2) Speaking of Traditional vs Self Publishing….

Lots of digital ink has been spilled on Traditional v. Self Publishing. The truth is that both have their pros and cons, and neither one is a guarantee of fame and fortune. The rule of thumb is that with traditional publishing you get more support from a publisher in terms of marketing, sales, editing, and all that good stuff, but get a smaller share of royalties. Self Pub nets you higher royalties, but you are in charge of everything from cover design to wrangling an editor to tracking sales and, of course, the dreaded marketing. The fact is that the bulk of authors, no matter what  method they pick, don’t make enough to quit their day job. Most traditionally published books don’t earn out their advances, and most self published books only net a few hundred sales, if that.

3) Oh, and No Matter Which You Pick, It’s Going to Take Forever

“Forever” being a relative term. I mean, it isn’t going to take until the end of the universe to get a book completed. When you’re as impatient as I am, it might FEEL that way, but trust me, that’s just your monkey brain babbling. Try to ignore it. The sad fact is that it takes a really long time to produce a high quality novel. You might, if you work really hard and learn the craft, or happen to hit on a good idea, produce something really good your first try. And that’s great if you do that. But it doesn’t end with draft one. There’s revisions to be done. You have to polish book up until it’s so shiny it makes your eyes bleed. That takes a lot of time — a friend of mine said it takes about 14 months, on average, to produce a novel from start to finish. Then there is one of two paths you can take. You can farm it out to an agent, and then IF you find one, they’ll try to sell it to a publisher. Most likely it will end up in the slush pile with all the other hopefuls, but just maybe you will get a deal and be published. However, this could take several years time; the publishing industry works on its own schedule, not yours.

If you chose self publishing, the process is a lot faster. The accessibility of self pub is both its strength and its Achilles Heel. Remember when you had your masterpiece all super shiny in the above paragraph? Well, good as it might look to you, there are mistakes in there. The little buggers multiply like rabbits, I swear. Anyway, the point is you need another set of eyes, preferably more than one, to look over it and fix your boo boos. There are a lot of different ways you can go about doing this; if you’re on a limited budget and can’t afford the equivalent of buying a used car (the going cost of many freelance editing services), you’re going to have to get creative. You could pester a friend with an English degree into submission, or offer them Ramen money in exchange for editorial services. Whatever. The point is, that once you reach this point, you’re involving other people, and you  have to work with their timetables, not yours. And it is going to take time. A lot of it. The best thing to do is focus on your next project, and write, write, write! You can control what you do, not what other people do. So focus on what you can do today to move yourself forward toward your goals.

4) So You’ve Put in All That Time and Effort…Now For the Big Pay Off!

…whoa now. Hold on a second. Remember how I said that there is no guarantee that self pub or trad pub are going to net you fame and fortune on par with the Rowlings or Kings of this world? Yeah. You can do EVERYTHING right, and still tank miserably. You could have a great book, a sound marketing strategy, and a great support team, but the fact is that not everything is going to sell. The first book you publish isn’t likely to make a killing. Most writers who are successful, especially in self pub, have a pretty huge back list. It takes a lot of time to build that up, and even that is still not a guarantee. There ARE no guarantees. Sure, working hard can go a long way toward making you successful, but the universe isn’t going to crap out a golden goose just because you did everything “right”. Go tell some poor farmer in sub-Saharan Africa that if she works hard and pays her dues, she’ll make it some day. Or perhaps tell that to some kid working in a sweat shop over in China. The fact is, for centuries people have performed back breaking labor for a pittance, and never gotten anywhere for it. You aren’t any different.

5) Now That I’ve Completely Crushed Your Spirits…

…I know, that last one was harsh. Want a hug? *squeeze*…okay, now that that’s done, let’s do a bit of spirit rebuilding, shall we? We don’t want things to end on a note of doom and gloom, because that’s not my intention. I’ve tossed around the word “success” a lot during this post, but what does that mean, exactly? Frankly, that’s up to you. That’s what is cool about all of this: you can sit there, read everything I just wrote, and ignore it completely, if you want. That is because if your definition of writing success is: “Finish a novel and let a few friends read it,” or “Just have something published,” then most of what I said up until now doesn’t apply to you. If you are content that your books sales cover your car payment each month, more power to you. The real secret to success is to ENJOY what you are doing. If you don’t enjoy writing, what is the point in doing it in the first place? So what if you make a crap load of money doing it, if it’s all drudgery and frustration? I mean, if you don’t have a deep passion for writing you probably won’t make it very far anyway, but still.

Never forget why you started to write in the first place. Don’t let sales figures or notions of “success” cloud your vision for yourself. If you do want to make a living at the writing game, don’t deceive yourself by thinking that you’ll make millions right out the gate. The fact is, you won’t. But that’s okay, because most of us don’t NEED that much to be comfortable. If you write well, work smart, and figure out what works for your unique situation, it is possible to make a decent living doing something you love to do. I’ve come across people who have done it, and that is what I want for myself. That, to me, sounds like the definition of success.

And the Hunt Continues…

…the job hunt, that is. So far it has been largely unsuccessful, but that’s how it goes in this economy (especially in this area). Pretty soon I will be an unemployed substitute teacher. I’m hoping I can find a job over summer — teaching or otherwise — because I don’t much like subbing. It isn’t that the job is hard, but being on call all the time makes my anxiety all wacky and getting up at 6am five days a week, only to not have work most days, sucks, especially for a night owl like me. It has been a fun experience though, and it’s pretty enlightening to be on the other side of the desk. Most people’s experience of the teaching profession only comes from trying to stay awake through lessons they see little point in. Few see things from the perspective of the lecturer rather than the lecturee, and that’s a shame. Anyone who is qualified (it takes a bachelor degree and the ability to pass a background check) should give subbing a shot. At the very least, more people would have respect for teachers. It’s tough to know how hard a job is until you do it yourself, afterwards.

In other news, my novel Aral-Kahn is being edited. I wait with eager anticipation of the suggestions, because I know there are parts that could be improved quite a bit with some outside input. Now it’s only a matter of not driving myself crazy while I wait! So in order to stave off insanity, I’ve started writing the second book of Gods and Emperors, called The Immaculate. I don’t want to reveal much more since Aral-Kahn isn’t available yet. So far it’s coming along nicely, except for a little blip where I changed something from the outline that didn’t really need to be changed. I considered making the changes yesterday, but decided against it. I don’t much like editing while I’m working on the first draft. It sucks away all the momentum, because I have neurotic tendencies and once I start nitpicking, that’s it. Better to save that anal-retentiveness for the editing phase.

Oh and I’ve been writing science articles on Examiner for a few months now. I do hold a biology degree, so I figured writing for Examiner.com would be a fun way to keep up with the field. You can see my articles here, if that kind of thing trips your trigger.

That’s all that has been going on in my world lately. But enough about me, my friends. I want to know: How are you? What are you up to?

 

Two Months Left! Two Months Left!

Man, being a substitute teacher really takes me back. Sure, I’m on the other side of the desk, but being around young people (Good lord, I sound like I’m 80!) reminds me of how it was for me back then. It really hasn’t been all that long since I graduated — back in 2006 — but it’s amazing how much things have changed. A lot of kids openly carry cell phones, for example. When I was in school, even having a phone much less using it in class would be a detention. Now? Kids can use them, openly in some schools.

But as the old cliche goes, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” The last few months before the end of the school year were, and from what I’ve seen still are, torture. The last place anyone wants to be, teachers included, when the temperatures rise and the trees bud is a stuffy little classroom.

Of course, a lot of kids are really busy this time of year, what with prom and all the other things that come toward the end of the year. I didn’t do a lot in school, so for me the time just dragged, the anticipation of the summer months building. I personally hated school. Sure it was easy for me, but I hated being forced to get up early and being made to socialize when I really would rather be left alone to play video games or read books.

Now again I am looking down the barrel of the last two months or so of the school year, this time as a substitute teacher. And it doesn’t mean vacation — now it means unemployment, at least until next school year if I decide to do it again. Subbing isn’t all it is cracked up to be, that is for certain. Easy job, for the most part, but the work is sporadic and frankly it’s pretty boring. It’s something since I can’t find work elsewhere. Now the job hunt begins again (okay, I’ve been hunting for the last couple of months, but still). Not certain how successful I’ll be, but hey, you gotta try right? (Quick aside: my novel is coming along nicely. If all goes well, it should be out the on Kindle and other platforms the last quarter of this year. That’s right: Aral-Kahn, Book 1 of Gods and Emperors, is on its way!)

Still, if only I could be back in high school again, on the cusp of a glorious three months of freedom, rather than having to worry about being unemployed or my health insurance running out in December. Ah well. That’s what memories are for.

A Note to My Loyal Subscribers: We’re Back, Baby!

Okay, so there was a mild SNAFU when I switched this beast over from wordpress.com to wordpress.org. Namely, my stats and subscribers did not make the transition with me. It took a little while for me to realize the error, and to get around to fixing it. Actually, I didn’t do much–the wonderful people at WordPress took care of things for me.

So now everyone can be up to date. The only issue is that if you followed me using your WordPress Reader, you will now no longer get updates via email. My posts will only come to your WordPress Reader. If that works for you, that works for me too. However if it doesn’t and you happen to see this post, please use the subscription widget over on the right to subscribe via email. Sorry about any inconvenience that may cause anyone!

As for the new lay out, I hope you enjoy it. I’ll be doing the same posting schedule as usual: Tuesdays are whatever days, Thursdays are about weird stuff. Thanks for making the transition with me, and I hope you continue to read and enjoy my content. I’ve got good stuff coming your way, both from the blog and from other projects I’m working on, including a fantasy series called Gods and Emperors, a nonfiction book about mass hysteria, and a possible horror anthology. So stay tuned!

Time to Try Something New! Well, to Me Anyway.

Well folks, it’s been a good run, but it’s time to pack it in.  This whole self published author thing isn’t working out for me.  I published well before I was ready to do so, and only now do I have to perspective to sit down and admit it.  Trying to run a business on a shoestring budget (which is code for no budget whatsoever) is not the way to go about it.  My books were nowhere near where they should have been in terms of quality when I published them (although I thank all of you who gave me such kind reviews!) and I was in severe need of an editor but unwilling (and now unable) to pay for the services of one.  I was embarrassed by my own work, which should have been a hint that I wasn’t going about things the right way.  It’s been a painful decision to make, but I think it is the right one.  Clicking unpublish gave me a sense of relief, like a proverbial albatross fell off my neck.

Now that the depressing part is over, let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?  You might be thinking that I’m giving up on the writing game for good.  You would be mistaken, my friend.  This all started when I finished draft one of my fantasy novel Aral-Kahn.  I got to thinking that a work of that length would require extensive editing, and that it wouldn’t be something I could do myself (not that you should ever try to go it alone where editing/copy editing is concerned).  Freelance editors of any quality are well outside my price range at the moment, being unemployed and all, and even if I did find work I’m not sure it would make good economic sense to stake that much money on a maybe.  Plus, I’ve always had this dream of being a big fantasy author published by Tor, alongside the likes of Terry Brooks, Terry Goodkind, and Robert Jordan (my love of writing the horror genre is a relatively recent development).  My dad decided, what the hell, he was going to give submitting his manuscript to Tor a shot.  That put the idea back in my head, where it has festered for months now.

Are there difficulties in traditional publishing?  Of course.  Self pub and trad pub are both difficult, just in different ways.  Writing is a difficult industry all the way around.  I’ve put a great deal of thought into the matter, and I have decided that I will try to pursue the traditional publishing route.  Will I succeed?  It depends how you measure success.  I personally expect a whole pile of rejection slips, because the gates barring entry into the trad pub realm are so high (which is why self pub is so popular).  But if you have a hard head and keep smashing it against said gates for long enough, you just might break through.  That’s a success in and of itself.  Not that breaking through and getting a book published really means much from a monetary perspective (for those who measure success in dollars earned), since most books by new authors don’t sell out their advances.

That’s simply the reality–self pub isn’t any better, as most books sell only a handful of copies and then get lost in the sea of poorly edited, crudely constructed crap flooding Amazon.  Trust my personal experience on that.  Neither option is a magical panacea that will pour heaps of gold coins and scantily clad women (or men, if that’s your preference) into your lap.  Whoever tells you that is lying through his/her teeth and you should punch them in the throat (Note–this author does not condone violence…maybe send them a strongly worded letter or something instead).

The fact is you don’t usually make it big by publishing one book or series, the Stephanie Meyers of the world notwithstanding.  Most don’t make it big at all, but if you want to make a living off your writing, which is nearly as remote as making it big, you have to keep cranking out books.  Your first book probably won’t make bank, but your tenth might net some return.  Or not.  But then we writers don’t write for the money, do we?  I don’t know about you, but I’d be scribbling silly stories whether I got paid or not.  Unless you can say that with complete and total honesty, you have no business trying to publish by any means, traditional or otherwise.  For a writer, craft is king.  Business is something that maybe, hopefully gets your word out to others.  Money is just a nice side effect (for people like Stephen King and Stephanie Meyers, a REALLY nice side effect).

So, I’ll make a go of it.  How it turns out, I have no clue. It’ll be an adventure, won’t it?

After a Brief Existential Crisis, I’m Back!

This is post almost didn’t get written.  This isn’t the post I had planned, but then Tuesdays are are like that around here.  You might be wondering about the title.  First and most importantly, I found it humorous.  Second, there is some truth to it.  Although it wasn’t so much an existential crisis (being an existentialist though that kind of thing is bound to happen now and then) as it was a nasty bout of depression, brought on in part by the remnants of Isaac currently dumping themselves dry on this part of Ohio.

That was part of it, but not the whole shebang.  You see, like many of you I too am caught in a nasty catch-22.  I hold a Bachelors of Science in Biology and Business from Muskingum University.  I pursued said degree in the hopes of using it to teach high school Biology.  My mistake was not seeing what I classes I needed to take in order to get an alternative certification.  So, now I have to take courses through the state to get my alternative certification.  But that’s okay–it doesn’t look like many schools are looking to hire any teachers right yet, and besides I’d have to probably wait until next year or so to get into one anyway since school has gone back.  Finishing my business degree was supposed to be a contingency against such an occurrence, giving me a skill set to fall back on.

In better times, that might have been sound thinking.  What I didn’t count on was just how bad the job market would be, and the fact that even entry level positions want anywhere from  two to five years of experience in addition to a degree.  Now I have five years of experience working retail, but not in anything else.  And I can’t get hired in retail either.  This is the catch-22–I don’t have enough experience to get a decent paying position, but at the same time I’ve overqualified for burger flipping or cash register running because of my degree.  Which is why, after sending out about thirty odd resumes and applications in four months, I’m still unemployed.

It’s frustrating.  I feel as if I’m stuck and that nothing I do will help.  And there is some truth to that; after all, one person can’t change the economy.  You don’t have to have a business degree to know that our economy is broken, and that nobody is doing anything to fix it.  Mostly because a broken economy benefits the right people.  You and I, my friends, are not the right people, if you catch my drift.  But that’s enough economics and politics for today, since that isn’t the topic of my blog nor of this post.

The point is that despite my situation, I’m largely content.  Anger and cynicism don’t help anyway, so why entertain such useless thoughts and emotions?  This morning I spent about and hour and a half meditating, and I feel much better.  It is only by being centered, happy, and in the moment that a person can act with their full power to better their situation.  With that in mind, I’m going to continue to do the best I can.  I’m working on another novella I intend to publish in the next couple of months, and I have several novel ideas to work on in addition to the urban fantasy I’m currently writing.  Between my urban fantasy trilogy (The Free-Lancers), my epic fantasy trilogy (Gods and Emperors) and two stand alone horror novel ideas I have about seven books to write.

Who knows?  Maybe when I build my back log up enough, that could be my living.  Until then, I’ll continue to shoot of resumes and applications.  Hopefully I will find something to ease my financial situation while I build my writing business.  Who can say?  I certainly can’t.  In the mean time, I’ll continue to be content.

Who Has Two Thumbs and Has Just Finished a Novel Draft? *Points at Self* This Guy!

It has been a long time in coming, but today I finished the first draft of my fantasy novel, Aral-Kahn.  I conceived of the story months ago, but it took me that many more months to get the thing started and then several more months to actually finish it.  But now, 96,000+ words later, it’s sitting in my hard drive, finished.  Well, draft one anyway.  There will be several more to come, and then after that a sequel with several drafts and another sequel with several drafts.

But that doesn’t matter right now, because draft one of Aral-Kahn is done!  As you can tell, I’m just a teensy bit excited.  For the longest time, I had myself convinced that I couldn’t do a novel, that I was a short story writer only.  Sure, writing novellas is fun (and something I intend to continue doing), but it didn’t quite do the trick.  I wanted to write novels.  And not just any novels, but big bombastic fantasy novels.  But they never panned out.  In the last twelve years or so, I only wrote one completed draft of a novel, and that was back in sixth grade. The rest were all false starts, ideas too big to manage that wound up collapsing in on themselves like the literary equivalent of a black hole.

But now I have written one.  It might not be bombastic, but it is certainly big in terms of theme and action. And it works structurally speaking.  More or less.  There are a lot of kinks to work out, but so it is with any first draft.  What is more, I have a whole pile of ideas for different novels.  One is an epic fantasy that plays with apocalyptic and Christian themes, another an urban fantasy series about a group of monster hunters, and finally a straight horror novel–a good old fashioned ghost story.

So lots of ideas and lots more work ahead of me.  But today I’m going to kick back and relax, because I’m a guy with two thumbs and a finished first draft :).

Monstrosity by Edward Lee

Cover art for Monstrosity by Edward Lee

“The living legend of literary mayhem. Read him if you dare!” Richard Laymon, Author of Night of the Lonesome October

I came across this book almost completely by accident.  My brother and I were wandering around Big Lots one day when we came across a boat load of cheap books.  There are few things we like better than cheap books, so we dug through the piles of paperbacks with gusto.  Monstrosity came to my attention not because it has an eye-catching cover (I’m not a fan, at least not of the version I have) but because it was a horror novel amidst a sea of two-bit self-help and children’s books.  Little did I know, I’d had a small dose of Edward Lee’s mayhem in the form of the short story “ICU”, a part of the wonderful horror collection entitled 999.

Had I remembered that, I might not have taken nearly a year to get to Monstrosity.  Well, that and if I hadn’t been in school.  In any case, I enjoyed Monstrosity quite a bit.  It certainly is not a book for the faint of heart, or as one reviewer on the book jacket puts it “Lee pulls no punches.”  The horror/thriller follows an Air Force veteran named Clare Prentiss, a woman dishonorably discharged after her rape at the hands of her superior officer’s deformed son.  In the wake of the discharge, her life quite literally falls apart and she is homeless, until a handsome doctor appears and offers her a security gig at a local cancer clinic run by the Air Force.  Things quickly get weird as the area is populated by gigantic cockroaches, toothed toads, and other odd critters.  Worse still, a monster lurks out in the woods…

Monstrosity is a brutal, ugly novel in terms of subject matter.  There is a a lot of sex, violence, and sexual violence sprinkled throughout the book.  A lot of sex and violence.  But unlike many books who use sex and violence to gloss over a weak plot and cardboard characters, Monstrosity sports a swiftly moving plot and likable characters.  I liked Clare especially; she’s tough, but she’s not the stereotypical action movie woman.  She has moments of vulnerability while simultaneously being smart and competent.  In short, she feels like a real person rather than a caricature.  The sex and violence are not there to cover up the book’s weaknesses, but rather to set a dark and brutal tone.  Put short, they actually have a purpose in the novel, rather than the novel being an excuse to spew gore all over the pages.

While I did enjoy this book, there were some annoying problems sprinkled throughout.  The worst offense was that of what I call head-hopping, where the point of view changes abruptly in a scene.  There were some scenes that I wasn’t sure whose head I was in because the POV shifted with little or no warning, making some chapters needlessly confusing.  Also, sometimes the ways the scenes were organized within the chapter was off putting as they seemed to jump around among characters a fair bit.  Less of an overall structural problem and more of a personal pet peeve, Lee seemed to favor the use of such dialog tags as “exclaimed” and “interjected” and the like coupled with adverbs and a copious sprinkling of exclamation points.  Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with exclamation points, but there’s no reason to say that someone exclaimed something excitedly when you just used an exclamation point.

Despite these (mostly minor) problems, Monstrosity was an enjoyable novel, although not one I typically would have read due to its extremely graphic nature.  I’ll be looking for more from Edward Lee, and if you like horror and don’t mind very graphic content you ought to give him a look as well.

What’s your opinion of sex and violence in books?  Like it, don’t, or are you indifferent?  Would knowing a book was very graphic turn you off reading it or make you more likely to pick it up?


Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King

Full Dark, No Stars is an anthology consisting of four stories by Stephen KingI’ve said it before and I will say it again: some of Stephen King’s best works are his shortest.  It was with that in mind that I picked up Full Dark, No Stars sometime last year, but it sat on my bookshelf since.  Now that I basically have nothing but time on my hands–being both a graduate and unemployed–I finally got a chance to read it.  Let me tell you, it was certainly worth the wait.

Full Dark, No Stars is an anthology consisting of four novellas, each one dealing with the theme of retribution.  1922 is the first of the bunch.  It is set in Hemingford Home, Nebraska, and it follows a father and a son who commit a terrible crime motivated by greed and pride.  Their crime does not go unavenged–it is a Stephen King story after all–and things go from dark to pitch black really quick.  I’m thinking 1922 is my favorite story of the bunch, although they’re all good.

Next up in King’s collection of horrors is Big Driver, where a mystery writer gets a great deal more than she bargained for after a speaking engagement when she runs into the titular Big Driver on a lonely stretch of road.  If 1922 was brutal, Big Driver takes things to another level; I found some parts difficult to read, fair warning.

The next story, Fair Extension, was the weakest of the bunch in my mind.  A man with cancer comes across a mysterious stand near an airport, where a strange man sells “extensions”.  It’s less gory than the preceding novellas, but in its own way it is still rather gruesome.  I don’t want to give anything away, but let’s just say that jealousy can get the better of anyone, even the best of men.

The final story in the collection was A Good Marriage.  A house wife learns the hard way that sometimes, monsters can lurk behind even the kindest of faces.  That, and that you can never truly know the inner workings of another person, no matter how close you become to them.  I should add that this story is very much inspired by true events; King himself says as much during the epilogue.

King was very much in the Bachman state of mind when he wrote Full Dark, No Stars; that is to say, normally King’s works end on something of an up note, but not here.  The title is apt as these are four of the darkest pieces King has published under his own name.  They’re true as well, as true as fiction can get at any rate.  If you want to see the master of horror at his best, give Full Dark, No Stars a look.  You won’t regret it.


You’re Looking at a Freshly Minted Graduate! (Sort of)

I recently graduated!  Still waiting for my degree to come in through.

I have neither of these things…hence the crappy Word Art image, haha

Well, I am all graduated.  I think.  My degree hasn’t come in yet, but so far as I know everything is in order and my undergraduate career is over.  Now the job hunt begins!  I’ve already sent out my resume to one potential employer; the position was for general office work, not exactly teaching but it would do in the short run.  I’m also beginning the process of being certified to teach.  Alternative certification in Ohio requires a bachelor’s degree in a given subject, pedagogical training (either 6 credit hours from an accredited institution or an online institute that requires field training; I’ll be doing the former), and successful passage of the Praxis II content exam.

That being said, I’m not entirely sure I want to teach anymore.  I have all this training in biology, and certainly if I didn’t teach it would basically go to waste.  Lab work isn’t exactly something I could do very well as I have tremors in my hands and involuntary muscle contractions (don’t worry, I’m getting them checked out; I doubt it’s much of anything but better safe than sorry), which made lab work during school…interesting.   My lab partners wouldn’t let me touch the experiments for fear that I would screw them up, haha.  I mostly took a managerial role, as it were, making certain the experiments were done properly, etc.

That particular decision might have been made for me, since a quick survey shows no teaching jobs available locally.  At least, no teaching jobs I could do–the listings I’ve seen were for special education interventionists and college professors.  It’s a shame I don’t have a Ph.D–I could have a job in Zane State in no time!

Really, it doesn’t matter what I do in terms of day job, for two reasons.  One: my vocation is not the job I find myself in.  Rather, my vocation is what I bring to the job; it’s a matter of mind set.  The second and more important reason is that I’ve found what I want to do.  I want to write for a living.  Right now, that isn’t feasible.  I only have two books available, and the income from them is nowhere near enough to sustain myself on.  This is a volume game though: both volume of sales and volume of output.  That is to say, you can’t expect to make a living off one book, or even two.  You have to build up a list of books for folks to pick from, and hopefully if they like your content they’ll become repeat customers.  The key is to write and write well–you don’t want to just shove out a bunch of crap, after all.

Speaking of, a bit of shameless self promotion.  I recently released my book, On Dark Paths, on Nook and Smashwords.  It was originally available on Kindle, but I decided to put it on other platforms when folks who didn’t own Kindles told me they wanted to read my book.  I’m in the process of proofing Strange World before I put it on those platforms as well.  I have a lot of new stuff in the works, including a fantasy novel that is nearly completed, and several horror novels and novellas.  Stay tuned!

What projects do you have in the works?  Have you found your “dream job”?


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