Other Times and Places is a collection of seven of my short stories, six of which have been previously published in various magazines in Canada, Australia and Greece (one piece is new to this collection).
The blurb on the back says:
I’m pleased that the collection was edited by, and includes a forward by, Dr. Robert Runté, a towering figure in Canadian speculative fiction (maybe all speculative fiction, as far as I’m concerned). Dr. Runté is himself the author of many excellent short stories, as well as the editor of many fine books, including several by best-selling fantasy author Dave Duncan (who once called him “the best editor I’ve ever worked with”), and my previous effort A Time and a Place.
Because I’m a lousy salesman, I like to make it clear to folks that no one is obligated to purchase or read my work. I will still be your friend, your colleague, your brother, your son, your nephew, whatever it is that we are to one another.
I just won’t talk to you anymore.
Kidding! Of course I’ll continue to talk to you if you don’t purchase or read my work (I’ll just pepper our conversation with more expletives than usual).
Should you actually be interested in purchasing a copy of Other Times and Places, you have several options. If you like e-books, you can get this Kindle version.
If you prefer print, right now you have two options. You can order it online here for $7.00 plus shipping (don’t worry, shipping is only about one hundred bucks or so). Or if you know me personally I’ll have copies available which will also go for $7.00 (Canadian).
It’s also available on Amazon.com and hopefully soon from Amazon.ca (for some reason it hasn’t shown up there yet).
As always, anything you can do to help spread the word is appreciated. Add it to your To Read lists on Goodreads, publish reviews, talk about it, blog about it, hire planes to skywrite about it, make television and radio shows about it, hey, I’ll leave that part up to you and your eminently good judgement.
On Saturday May 4th, 2019, we’re holding a book fair in Whitby, Ontario called BookMarkIt!
What’s a book fair? It’s where authors come
to sell their books. It’s where people come to sell products related to books.
It’s where yet others come to peruse these wares, meet a favourite author or
two, and discover new favourite authors.
Why hold a book fair?
In my case, it’s because I published a book
recently. And since becoming an author I’ve discovered something:
Books are hard to sell.
This made me want to do something to make
it a bit easier. Not just for myself, but for other writers too.
You might be thinking, how are books hard
to sell? Can’t I just walk into a bookstore and buy them? What about online? Can’t
I just buy them there?
Sure, you can do both those things.
But you’re not necessarily going to find the best books by doing that. Just because a book is online doesn’t mean it’s going to be visible there. Take for example fellow BookMarkIt! organizer and author Pat Flewwelling’s first Helix book, Blight of Exiles. Despite thirteen excellent reviews on Amazon.com and a 4.7 Star rating, it’s still sitting at #10,911,700.
And you might be surprised to learn that a
lot of good books aren’t even in bookstores. Most major book retailers don’t
carry books by independent and self-published authors. There are a lot of
reasons for this, starting with lots of high octane competition and limited
As you can imagine, this is a bit of a challenge
for those who don’t get shelf space.
Independent publishers are committed to
publishing voices you’re not going to find elsewhere. Here in Canada, that
often means Canadian voices. These are publishers willing to take chances, not
wholly driven by the bottom line. They are like craft brewers, except instead
of producing beer, they produce quality books, every bit as unique, distinctive
and flavourful as the suds produced by your favourite craft brewer.
Also, in the last decade or so there’s been
an explosion of self-publishing. Costs have gone down and quality has gone up.
Unfortunately, like the books of many independent publishers, these books don’t
usually make their way into bookstores.
Shelf space in bookstores isn’t the only
challenge for authors and publishers. It costs money to sell books. I mean
beyond the cost of making the books in the first place. There’s the cost of
marketing and advertising those books, which is frequently a challenge for
small publishers and independent authors. Not to mention that everybody involved
in the production and selling of a book has to get their cut. Here’s an example
of how it can work:
One day I took my book to a bricks and mortar Indigo bookstore to sell it. Before I could do this I had to purchase several copies of my book from my publisher to have copies to sell. This was a fair investment to begin with. Indigo kindly gave me a table and a chair and a prominent spot on their floor. I met a lot of nice people and sold nine books that day.
Unfortunately, Chapter’s non-negotiable
policy is to take 45% of the sale price of each book sold. This forced me to
charge a rather high price for each copy of my book to break even. At the end
of the day, after Chapters took their share, I made a little under two dollars
profit for that day’s work (never mind all the work that went into creating the
book in the first place). I don’t see the point of ever trying to sell my book
at Chapters again.
Fortunately there are other avenues to sell
books. Farmer’s Markets and Dealer’s Rooms at conventions, for example. Still,
although these places don’t typically take a share of your profits, you are
required to rent a table. The cost of renting a table varies, anywhere from $10
a table (at a Farmer’s Market in Summerside, P.E.I.) to over $150 a table (at a
science fiction convention in Toronto). Sometimes you can share a table with
another writer, which helps a lot. But if you’re shelling out for a table, you
need to sell a certain number of copies of your book in order to break even.
Whether a convention, a Farmer’s Market, or
another type of event at which you rent a table to sell your books, you don’t
always break even. Why not? Sometimes the sad truth is that no one wants your
particular book. Maybe it just isn’t the right crowd. For example, sometimes
these events are populated predominantly by writers as opposed to readers. So
you wind up trying to sell your books to other writers who are also trying to sell
you their books. This is not entirely an obstacle as writers are a uniquely
supportive lot who frequently buy one another’s books. I have a lot of friends’
books on my shelves.
Of course, these examples are not the only
means by which writers can sell their books. Many writers do book tours and
interviews. Others successfully do outreach to libraries and schools which
raises their profiles while giving back to their communities.
But the more opportunities writers have to
sell their books, and the more opportunities readers have to find those
writers, the better it is for everyone. Which is why my friends and I decided
to create BookMarkIt!
Our goal is to create an attractive
environment to expose as many writers and readers to one another as possible.
And we want to do so at as little cost to writers and readers as possible. This
is why admission to BookMarkIt! is free. BookMarkIt! itself is a non-profit
organization. And writers can rent tables as inexpensively as we can manage,
and share those tables if they choose.
We’ve decided to hold BookMarkIt! at the Whitby Curling Club, located on Brock Street, the main street in Whitby, just north of Whitby’s downtown. There is a lot of traffic on this road, and the Club has a huge sign outside to draw people in. We’re placing Food Trucks in the parking lot to attract further traffic and create a bit of a stir. It will be a family friendly event. The Whitby Curling Club itself is an attractive venue, well laid out inside with plenty of room for vendors and visitors and another whole room we’ll be using for interviews and readings, which we’ll post on social media later to help writers sell their work after the event.
The Splintered Universe is science fiction, published by Iambik Audio, and consists of three separate audiobooks.
In the third book of the Splintered Universe series, entitled Metaverse, Rhea Hawke travels back to Earth, hoping to convince an eccentric mystic to help her defend humanity from an impending Vos attack – only to find herself trapped in a deception that promises to change her and her two worlds forever.
Here’s an audio excerpt from Metaverse:
And just for fun, here’s a selection of proverbs that Rhea Hawke, the main character in the series, is known for using when confronting a challenging adversary or situation. Proverbs that we all can learn from:
“There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but the view is always the same.” Chinese proverb
“Knowledge is learning something every day. Wisdom is letting go of something every day.” Zen proverb
“The acts of this life are the destiny of the next.” Eastern proverb
“Never cut what can be untied.” Portugese proverb
“A little help is better than a lot of pity.” Celtic proverb
“What a fool does in the end, the wise man does in the beginning. “Italian proverb
“Be careful what you wish for; you’re apt to get it.” Chinese proverb
“She who has been bitten by a snake fears a piece of string.” Persian proverb
“He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.” Persian proverb
“A beautiful thing is never perfect.” Egyptian proverb
“Good soyka should be black like the devil, hot like hell, and sweet like a kiss.” Hungarian proverb
“The night hides a world, but reveals a universe.” Persian proverb
“The difficult is done at once, the impossible takes a little longer.” French proverb
“If you can’t dance, you’ll say the drumming is poor.” Jamaican proverb
“A cat pent up becomes a lion.” Italian proverb
“It’s not enough to know to ride; you must also know how to fall.” Mexican proverb
“Each of us must sometimes play the fool.” Yiddish proverb
“The only Zen you find at the top of the mountain is the Zen you bring with you.” Zen proverb
“Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.” Swedish proverb
“After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box.” Italian proverb
“Call on God, but row away from the rocks.” Indian proverb
That’s the end of this special three part series on author Nina Munteanu and her series Splintered Universe. I trust by now you’ve purchased each book and devoured them all. If not, what are you waiting for? 🙂
This past Friday I headed up to Ottawa to attend CANCON 2018, an annual convention devoted to readers, writers and fans of speculative fiction with an emphasis on the writing part of it all. It’s the only such convention I attend regularly, having attending three times now in four years. It’s the kind of convention a person can really feel at home at, for a lot of reasons. It’s inclusive and welcoming, attended by a lot of friendly, like-minded people. Importantly, it’s got a well-thought out Code of Conduct designed to protect attendees, a Code of Conduct that’s enforced and taken seriously. It’s got great programming on everything from “Advice to Aspiring Writers on the Craft” to “Rules of Writing: Are They Really Rules?” to “Swiping Right on the Monster”. There are pitch sessions during which you can pitch to various publishers and Meet the Agent sessions with big-time New York Agents and Meet the Editor Sessions with Big-Time New York Editors. It’s attended by newbies and professionals and famous folk in the field and everybody in between.
The first time I ever attended CANCON I got offered my book deal for A Time and a Place. Which as you can imagine was really exciting and has resulted in a lot of good things. So there’s a special place in my heart for CANCON.
So, bottom line, it’s a con that’s got a lot to offer. I attend for all those reasons, but I also attend because I have never failed to find it a rejuvenating weekend, a weekend that leaves me better off than when it found me.
This year was a particularly striking example of that.
I landed at the Con Friday afternoon after driving up with my friends Tanah Haney and Tonya Liburd. I always drive up and like to take a few other people with me, because that’s more fun, and also it’s helping others out who might find it a bit pricey to get up to Ottawa. On this particular day I was really exhausted for some reason, coming off a busy stretch of wearing myself a little too thin physically and mentally. Tanah and I met up with our good friend Jenn Delagran (second year in a row we’ve done the con together), and I socialized a bit into Friday night, but I was feeling really fried. By the end of the night I was seriously wondering how I was going to make it through the con. I imagined feeling this way the entire con, having to fake smiles and pretend that I wasn’t about to completely fall apart, and I did not find that prospect the least bit appealing. So I made it a point to hit the sack early Friday night, hoping that the Power of CANCON would work its magic through the night and restore me to something resembling my usual self.
Con Pals Tanah Haney and Jenn Delagran
And it did.
I felt so much better Saturday morning. And it just got better from there.
I headed down for breakfast around 8am and got a table by myself. It never fails that someone interesting comes along when I do that. This time it was Ira Nayman, novelist and editor of Amazing Stories magazine. We had a great chat about a wide range of subjects. Discussing dogs, Ira observed that, “In a worst case scenario, they will eat your face,” which struck me as unnerving but amusing.
From there it was off to the Dealer’s Room, where Myth Hawker, the (fabulous) Travelling Book Store had graciously consented to sell A Time and a Place, which they have been doing successfully for a few weeks now, having sold copies to a trucker in Vancouver and to a cat lover in Ottawa and others that I have failed to obtain biographical information on. I was their “featured author” for an hour and a half, during which the Myth Hawker crew (mainly Lisa Toohey and Diogo Castelhano) tried to teach me how to sell my wares better (“don’t cross your arms!” “Work on your pitch!” “Seek out cat people!” and so on). We did manage to successfully sell one copy while I was the featured author, though me and another writer also managed to frighten one potential customer away by inadvertently ganging up on her. It continues to be a learning process.
Kurestin Armada speaking at CANCON 2018 (photo by Lisa Michelle Toohey)
I attended a few panels and readings. I like to support people I know, so I often eschew more popular panels to attend book launches and readings from friends and acquaintances. I attended a launch for Maaja Wentz’s new book Feeding Frenzy and a panel on writing for themed anthologies that featured my travelling companion Tonya Liburd. I actually abandoned the programming list, trusting the opinions of my con pals Tanah and Jenn to lead me to interesting programming of their choice. I was glad I did, following them to a talk by Guest Editor Kurestin Armada of PS Literary Agency, who spoke of her Manuscript Wish List, and walked us through the first few pages of several successful recent novels, explaining where and how they fit in and why they worked. Afterward I chatted briefly with Kurestin about what kind of space opera she liked, as I happen to be polishing up a space opera right now, which I hope will become my second published novel.
Myth Hawker, the fabulous Travelling Bookstore, run by the equally fabulous Pat Flewwelling
And the day continued in that positive vein.
You know how they say extroverts draw energy from people, and introverts expend energy that they must re-acquire in privacy afterward? I expend energy with some people, and draw energy from others. I don’t know what that makes me. An ambivert, or freak, or something. Anyway, I was drawing energy from the people at this con, friends and strangers alike. By the end of Saturday I was feeling pretty good. This despite some adventure Saturday afternoon when, to my horror, Tanah and Jenn got stuck in an elevator for an hour! I spent that hour at the front desk on my cellphone texting Tanah, reassuring her that help was on its way. There were ten people trapped in that elevator, but they did a pretty good job of keeping themselves cheery and calm. I was terribly afraid that Jenn and Tanah (and the others) would find the experience deeply troubling, and that it would ruin the con for them, but it wasn’t the case. Although not a lot of fun while they were trapped, they managed to forge some new acquaintances in that elevator, and treated it as an adventure afterward. For my part, I got to know one of the con co-chairs, Marie Bilodeau, as we worked together at the front desk to relay info and try to keep those trapped calm. If I ever get stuck in an elevator, I want Marie on the outside working to free me (I actually was stuck in one once in the middle of the night on my birthday, but that’s a story for another blog post).
Tonya Liburd on one of her panels.
Sunday morning I woke up even more refreshed, having slept in a bit. Waiting for the elevator to head down for some breakfast, who should step out of the room next to mine but Special Guest Kurestin Armada, the New York Literary Agent. “I’m so sorry,” she said as we waited for the elevator. “I was watching television late last night, and only too late realized that I might be keeping you awake.”
“That’s okay, whatever you were watching was very entertaining,” I said, attempting to be funny, and then hastened to assure her that I was just joking, I hadn’t heard a thing.
Before we parted, I said, “I’m gonna pitch you later, if that’s okay,” meaning that in a few months I would send her a query letter and a pitch for my new novel.
She said, “Oh, come and find me after eleven, I’ll be hanging around the second floor and would be happy to hear your pitch,” or words to that effect.
I hadn’t been clear. “Uh, okay,” I said. “I would be a fool not to accept that invitation. I’ll see you later!”
And then over breakfast became afraid that I’d come off like a jerk, threatening to buttonhole her later, and that she’d only said to come and see her to be polite. I resolved to look her up afterward to explain that I hadn’t meant to obnoxiously pitch her at the con, but to do so later via email.
Looking her up at the appointed hour, I found her about to talk to someone else, and asked if I could have a moment afterward, which she readily agreed to. And felt even more like an obnoxious jerk, because in my attempt to reassure her that I was not some obnoxious, self-serving pitch-wielding asshole, I felt like I was ironically beginning to appear as exactly that. So I decided to forget the whole thing, and just enjoy the rest of the con, and email her my query in a few months as I originally intended.
I attended a few more panels, chatted in the dealer’s room, bought my quota of three books (including my colleague David Demchuk’s The Bone Mother, whose panel I had attended the day before, during which he related a quite amusing account of the publication of The Bone Mother with Chizine Press), had a lovely lunch with Tanah and Jenn, and shortly afterward gathered my belongings from my room, intending to leave this yet again excellent, rejuvenating con.
On the way out, I ventured into the Dealer’s Room one last time. Kurestin Armada was sitting by the door behind Chizine’s table. She smiled and waved me over. I awkwardly set all my belongings down somewhere hoping that people wouldn’t trip over them and grabbed a chair next to her.
I tried to explain to Kurestin that I hadn’t actually meant to pitch her just then…
Kurestin Armada of PS Literary Agency
“Shut up and pitch me,” she said, except not in those words, she was much more polite than that, explaining that she was in fact there to seek out new talent.
So I shut up and pitched her.
Maybe it helped that we were sitting right next to Myth Hawker, where my first novel was prominently displayed. I showed it to her. I don’t know what she thought of that, but maybe it helped that she saw I’d already successfully completed one novel that a famous, fabulous travelling bookstore felt comfortable carrying.
“Send me the first fifty pages of your new novel,” Kurestin suggested.
I’ve only written one book. That makes me pretty much a novice at the whole book writing thing. So I imagine there’s a lot I still don’t know about writing and publishing.
But I know this.
It’s awesome to have published a book.
It’s also kind of awkward.
It’s great because getting a book out there is the culmination of a lot of time and effort. It’s the realization of a dream. People are happy for you. Some even like the book, and that makes you feel good. You think, I wrote one, I can write another. So you’re hopeful, positive, optimistic.
But it’s also awkward.
It’s awkward because you’re expected to sell the book. Selling things is awkward when you’re not a salesman, when you don’t own a store, when you don’t have a lot of experience at selling, when you’re not even really interested in selling, you’re just interested in writing, and not-so-secretly wish the damn thing would sell itself.
It’s awkward when you rent a table at some event and sit there for one, two, three days in a row with copies of your only book artfully arranged in front of you, trying to make it look appealing (which would be a lot easier if it were made of chocolate), trying to make eye contact with people walking by who are just as fervently trying NOT to make eye contact with you so that they don’t get roped into buying a book they don’t want. And you’re trying to strike a balance between being too nonchalant and too eager, trying not to appear too desperate, never quite getting the balance right, because let’s face it, you ARE desperate. You want to sell enough copies to at least pay for your table, to make the days you’re sitting there feel at least a tiny bit worth it.
And it’s awkward because once you do sell a few copies, you inevitably sell some to people you know. And that’s terrific because it means your colleagues are supporting you, and sometimes it’s really great because they come to you after they’ve finished the book to tell you how much they liked it. Sometimes they come to you afterward to tell you that they liked the book and ask if you wouldn’t mind a bit of constructive criticism, to which I always reply, “No,” because there isn’t actually much I can do about it now, but we laugh, because of course I’m joking (sort of) and then they give me the constructive criticism, and I really don’t mind because I’d like to make the next book even better, and I have a pretty thick skin by this point in the game.
What’s particularly awkward is the people who’ve bought the book who you see around but who kind of avoid eye contact or head in the other direction when they see you, and you’re not entirely sure why or whether you’re just imagining it. Sometimes I assume it’s because they simply haven’t got around to reading it yet, which is absolutely fine. I always tell friends when they buy the book, “You have ten years to read it, and I’m very good about extensions,” because I know what it’s like to have piles of books at your bedside, many of them written by friends. We all have enough stress in our lives that the last thing we need is people bugging us to read their books. We’ll read them when we have the time and the interest, thank you very much, a philosophy that certainly extends to any books written by me.
And then there’s that rather more exquisite awkwardness. The one you experience with those who have started your book (you know this because they told you they did), but who have never mentioned it since. And this (you suspect) is because they simply couldn’t get through it. Or worse, they did suffer their way through it, but didn’t like it, maybe even hated it. You don’t know because you’ve never actually discussed it with them. It’s never come up in conversation because they’ve always successfully avoided you, or skillfully danced around it in conversation the one time they failed to avoid you.
But that’s okay too. There’s no law that says everyone has to like your book.
Maybe they’ll like the next one.
And I would tell them that if I could ever figure out a way to bring it up that isn’t painfully awkward.