Sunday, July 26, 2015

Faustian Bargain of Self-Publishing Ends

I am unpublishing my ebooks. Self publishing, for me, has turned into a 0.99 cent dumping ground, a Faustian distraction, and it has taken time away from my potential agented projects. Did my ebooks hit best selling rank in their respective categories? Yes, but only if they were free. That’s just not enough visibility. And, honestly, how can I promote a product I don’t use? I admit to only reading traditionally published books. So from here on in I will continue writing and submitting short stories, try for higher tiered mags, put together a collection, and press on with my latest novel set in Ivoryton CT. If this one doesn’t get agented and/or published, traditionally, it will be revised or set aside. And I’ll begin anew.

I have to believe, eventually, the spirit and soul of a work makes it to the right person who stands up and takes notice. If not, I’m deluded.
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Monday, July 20, 2015

LOST MINDS Put out to the Amazon Pasture

New psychological thriller, LOST MINDS, republished (had  a couple different titles).

It was up there in the top for psychological. But then it sort of sank to #107. Admittedly, I'm not savvy with the whole promoting my work and there is a tremendous influx of indie books so why should mine stand out? It's probably subpar, for all I know. I'm reading TURN OF MIND right now and LaPlante's work is astounding. JACK OF SPADES by Joyce Carol Oates is another one. Five stars for these works.

As for mine, maybe there's typos I missed. I should have readers and I don't.  I edited and revised until I couldn't bear to look at it anymore. And I used a generic cover. The title is mine, but the cover was a freebie. At any rate, if I get a few readers, that's better than none. More importantly, it's over. I'm done. I tried the agent route with this work and even had a couple full requests by top agents, but no cigar. So I gave up. I put it out to the Amazon Pasture. And now I'm free to devote my time to other projects that might get an agent's attention.

Below is my pitch. I'm still thinking "fresh fruits and vegetables" doesn't pack a big enough punch for a first line.

Fresh fruits and vegetables are foods from the past. Fish is canned, barely edible. Water is delivered in barrels and rationed, and even climate is controlled. Habeas  corpus is dead. Women are subjugated, seized in the night, taken from their children and husbands, enslaved and used for breeding. Any signs of protest--a wrong word or mental drifting--results in excruciating pain or placement in a home for the mentally incompetent. Meanwhile, what was once California is a progressive, utopic place, technologically  advanced, the Queen Bee of civilization with testing underway to identify an elite species that will reproduce a flawless human race. Lenore and Eliot, forced apart in the East, try to get back to each other, navigate a perilous environment and a sadistic tyrant, George, who summons them both to him.



Thursday, July 31, 2014

In the Works




I'm back. I want to try my old friend, BlogSpot. Let's just see how she rolls. I have over 38k views, which sounds like a nice number. I feel like I'll get more traffic, and I'm fickle.

Stuff in the works:

Colorado, soon!
my paranormal MG in the hands of one of the best, Jenny Bent. I'm holding my breath.
One flash fiction accepted and published in Literary Orphans, thank you Mike Joyce.
Tin House editor, Thomas Ross, emailed me, assuring me my short story was still being considered. Holding my breath.
I have one in the works, longer one, good one. I just have to get to it.
Still querying...querying...querying.

And last but not least: the sad state of my literary dystopian novel--THE SEIZED aka THE ROSE WING and LOVE ME SWEET. What has become of it? stagnant. queries out. that's it. what to do. wait.

The idea that this one will never be read, NEVER, is not an option. Still, I'll bide my time. Maybe rework the query. I imagine it, posted up on AQC, the thrashing it most definitely would receive. I can't bring myself to rewrite the query. I like it that much. QUERY LINK




Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Salinger's dialogue is stellar



Reread this story (in collection) one of my favorite shorts, favorite scenes. Salinger captures Seymour Glass's psychological dysfunction perfectly. His dialogue is stellar.

On the sub-main floor of the hotel, which the management directed bathers to use, a woman with zinc salve on her nose got into the elevator with the young man.
"I see you're looking at my feet," he said to her when the car was in motion.
"I beg your pardon?" said the woman.
"I said I see you're looking at my feet."
"I beg your pardon. I happened to be looking at the floor," said the woman, and faced the doors of the car.
"If you want to look at my feet, say so," said the young man. "But don't be a God-damned sneak about it."
"Let me out here, please," the woman said quickly to the girl operating the car.
The car doors opened and the woman got out without looking back.
"I have two normal feet and I can't see the slightest God-damned reason why anybody should stare at them," said the young man. "Five, please." He took his room key out of his robe pocket.
He got off at the fifth floor, walked down the hall, and let himself into 507. The room smelled of new calfskin luggage and nail-lacquer remover.
He glanced at the girl lying asleep on one of the twin beds. Then he went over to one of the pieces of luggage, opened it, and from under a pile of shorts and undershirts he took out an Ortgies calibre 7.65 automatic. He released the magazine, looked at it, then reinserted it. He cocked the piece. Then he went over and sat down on the unoccupied twin bed, looked at the girl, aimed the pistol, and fired a bullet through his right temple.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Lenore and Illusion



Check out my latest update for "Lenore" in The Milo Review.
http://elizabethbrownfiction.wordpress.com

Ok, admittedly, I'm an on the fence blogger, waffling between blogspot and wordpress.
Thanks for the visit!



Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Milo Review--forthcoming flash fiction



Flash accepted by The Milo Review Spring Edition (online and print).

Editor, Peter Jelen, of Bareback Magazine contacted me with the good news that the editors have selected “Coveted” for their upcoming anthology.

“The Seized” will be published this month (Jan 24th) in Linguistic Erosion.

I have a few works still being considered.

I have included a poem of mine. Weird, maybe. I don't know if it is any good or not. It's not a flowery poem. It's dark and depressing. I imagine there was a young girl, at some point in time, kept up in the cabin of some larger boat, maybe a yacht, fishing boat(Libertas) and some sailor that has his way with her.

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Libertas

“No signs of sun.”
maybe a little sin
Anchors aweigh!
Sailor rubs a sweaty brow
White caps lap, slap, the sides
of Libertas.

Ungodly tides

In the cabin below--
an indecent gleam;
a lavish teak;
a girl -ashen, meek,
swoons in silent rush.
Foghorn balks.
Seagull squawks,
lands on deck in gentle hush.

After shots of JD,
Blue tuna peppered, flayed,
he descends.
Girl. Sweet.
Arms flailing
Legs splayed--
for the impaling.

Friday, January 3, 2014

PHOBIA Accepted by Apocrypha and Abstractions



My year has begun with good news: Heard from Cheryl Anne Gardner, author and editor. Found a perfect home for "Phobia" in Apocrypha and Abstractions-- I'm pleased, once again.

I have a few others out that I hope will not remain displaced--one in particular is "Pearl" and "Shroud for Gretta". Another is a longer piece "Sins of Elliot" which is part of bigger work--dystopian. But with my new publication "Phobia" I have a new idea brewing. I need to get off the fence, decide. I know these shorter pieces are making me procrastinate. But maybe, that's the thing with writing, in the process, I will find a better route.

Speaking of indecisiveness, I'm torn about which blog to use. I feel most comfortable with my old friend, BlogSpot. so I'm sort of returning here, in a sort of ambiguous fashion.

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Happy New Year!