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Freedom Like a Drug

One of my dreams of the last decade or so has been to take a trip along the historic Route 66, head straight up to Oklahoma City and turn west to California. To see those old quiet stretches of road and make stops in the small towns that dot the landscape of the once-heavily trodden western trail is to be truly free in a world where that word fails to signify all that it once did.

I suppose I’ve always had a wanderer’s soul. I love traveling the roads of this country. I have no problem setting my sights on a distant destination and just heading out, looking to encounter whatever adventure may lay in store.

It all began when I was a child, ten or eleven years old; my mother wound up divorced and following a man she probably thought she loved. I’ll skip my opinion on that presumption for the time being. She dragged along her four kids (of which I was the oldest) on that little journey of self-depreciation. Nevertheless, all of the traveling bred in me a love of the open road and a feeling of comfort on those long stretches of blacktop and open spaces.

When I joined the military in the mid-eighties, I really had no idea that it would only fuel my wanderlust. I’ve traveled the Western Hemisphere from Alaska to South America. I’ve loved every minute of it. (Although the very task of flying I find a bit of a pain… I would much rather drive, myself.)

The Route 66 trip will be part of my plan for a future “vacation”, I’m certain. The part I look forward to most is the New Mexico stretch, from Glenrio to Manuelito; all that quiet road, those little byways that render a small picture of what this country used to be: wild and free. Away from civilization as we’ve come to know it, you can taste a little of that freedom that once drove the settlers west toward the Pacific. You can breathe deeply the air unpolluted with the additives spit into the atmosphere as byproducts of industrialization and “progress.”

Three or fours days of travel to set your heart as ease, to strip away the worries and concerns of modern life and simply escape into a feeling of openness and carefree freedom – doesn’t that sound delicious? Doesn’t that sound like the life we were meant to lead?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not certain I could survive more than a week without my laptop. But, still. I would love to slip away into that world as it was for just a little while and feel that sense of everything “important” dropping away from me like the muck of the day slipping away in the shower. Let it slide away down the drain and leave me lighter for the loss, please.

I remember the trip some friends and I took once I got out of the military back 1995. We lived in Orlando, Florida and my best friend, Jason, was from San Diego. He was heading back there and I thought, “Hey, someplace I’ve never been. Why not?” We all packed up and headed west. The trip remains one of my favorite memories. Those long stretches of road with the windows down and the music playing, lost in whatever thoughts we might have been having at the time. I had left all that I knew behind me and this was a new adventure. The feeling of exhilaration, of pure freedom to make of my life whatever I could was like a damned drug, I kid you not. It was amazing.

So, yes, I long for that feeling again. Will I ever come close?  Probably not.  Life changes. You either change with it or you get lost in what was without a clue as to what could be. I understand this. However, that doesn’t mean we can’t search for a little taste of those past emotions, those feelings of weightless expectation. The search itself can be an adventure in itself. What’s better is if you can search with someone along for the ride with you. That can make it so much better. To share that with someone you love, that can lift the emotion to an all new level and make you dizzy with excitement for what is yet to come. Like a drug. Freedom. Shared.

I’ll be planning my Route 66 trip within the next year or so.  Company is welcome.

What do you think? Up for a road trip? Even if you are only there in spirit, freedom shared is like currency in life. Let’s go buy some happiness!

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Literary Geek Out

Allow me some fanboy revelry during my birthday week, if you will.

I’ve been down with a terrible sinus infection for the last few days (hence missing my usual Monday link posting).  But things are looking up!  Read on to see what I mean.

I spent ten years in the military, three as an engineer and the remainder as a linguist for Military Intelligence (hold the cliché commentary, please). During that time, I did a two-year stint in Central America, in Panama, right after Operation: Just Cause. I was part of the clean-up crew that had the dubious honor of walking through a couple of Noriega’s strongholds. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Once you’re down there in the jungle, there isn’t a lot of escape from the environment, if you know what I mean. As a writer and voracious reader, that outlet became my main escape. For better or worse, I began reading a particular science fiction series that soon became one of my treasured imaginary worlds. (I have many of course… I mean, don’t we all?)

The series was written by Allan Cole and Chris Bunch.  It told the tale of an orphan kid, Sten, who was born into what amounted to slavery, but rose through the military ranks to become the right-hand man and confidante to the most powerful being in the universe, the Eternal Emperor.

To say that Sten’s adventures were thrilling would be like saying riding a roller coaster while attached to a short bungee cord would be kinda cool.

Once I had read the first in the series a couple of times, other soldiers in my unit began asking me about what I was reading (I carried it around with me everywhere, in the cargo pocket of my fatigues). So it came to be that Sten made the rounds among the readers of the unit.  Needless to say, the dude was hit!

A few of the guys even took to calling me “Sten” just for the fun of it. (A nickname far from earned and one that did not follow me out of the jungles of Central America.)

Skip forward many years to this week, when I had this little exchange on Facebook:

Allan Cole wishes me happy birthday

Allan Cole wishes me happy birthday

Oh, my freaking gawd! Yes, I’ve been geeking out ever since. As a writer, it is inevitable that we have influences in the literary world. As a genre writer, it is more like heroes. And, Allan Cole and Chris Bunch (God rest his soul) have been two of mine for decades. For something so simple as a birthday wish from a hero… hell, it just doesn’t get any better than that.

And, if you haven’t read the Sten series, you should!

So far, my birthday week is getting better and better!

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Write now or forever hold your piece.

What two things do professional writers care about most? Whoa. That opens up a can of worms, huh? I mean, everyone is different in their own perspectives. So, let’s do this: let’s just attack this from my own limited (and very personal) perspective. For me, being a professional writer means two significant things: craft (improving my writing), and readers (which translates, in the end, to money).

We all want to better ourselves, I should think. That kind of goes without saying.

There are many avenues to improving our writing.  You can take some college courses; there are quite a few very good online courses; you can join writers’ groups and workshops; and, you can even do your own research and homework to self-improve.

A man walks into a bookstore and asks the nearest clerk, “Can you tell me where can I find the self-help section?” The clerk looks at him for a moment and says, “Well, that would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”

What is the number one way to improve your writing? Actually, there are two. The first is: reading.  Lots and lots of reading. (Heck, Stephen King agrees with me, and what writer in their right mind would disagree with him?) I read more than I have time for and not nearly enough.  I’m sure most of us are in that boat – with a book in one hand and a bucket in the other, cursing all the way.

I do tend to read, mostly, in my own chosen genre; although, I love a good book, no matter the ‘category’ assigned to it by some publisher attempting to market it in a particular direction. How frustrating is that, to write something you’re passionate about, only to have the marketers throw it into some box with some narrow-ass naming category that may or may not truly limit your audience? We should rise up, I tell you! Draw a line in the sand and… I’ve slipped off-topic.  Pardon me.

So, back to improving our writing.  The second way is the more important one: writing. You just have to do it.  A. Lee Martinez said something in his class at DFWCon this year that stuck with me. (Well, he said a few things that will stick with me… the guy is hilarious and manic and fun.) He began his speaking session by pulling out three long bowling pin-looking things and began to juggle. He asked us all if we knew how he could do that.  A few folks muttered generic answers when Martinez elaborated. “I spent hours and hours tossing these things in the air and dropping them until I could do this.” (He was a pretty good juggler, come to think about it.) Suddenly, he stopped and looked at us all, rapt attention flowing toward him with the warmth of the Texas sun, and said, “That’s writing. In order to be able to do it and do it well, you need to write. For hours and hours and hours.”

Dude made sense, didn’t he?

Practice makes perfect.

Well, that’s an effing lie. You may get good at writing with practice. You may even get great with practice.  But, no one ever is ‘perfect’.  You can always improve.  So, write. Write now or forever hold your piece.

So says I.

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Okay, I’ll keep this post short so you can get on with your glorious Friday… and, write, damn ya!

The second thing was readers, which translates to income if you are a professional writer. Raise your hand if you are a writer. If you didn’t raise your hand, stop and think about that for little while until you feel that click of understanding in the soft tissue of your brain.  (Trust me, it’ll happen soon enough.)

Now, raise your hand if you are a ‘professional’ writer. (I should start calling myself Simon at this point, huh? You are my leetel puppets, I can make you do any ting I want.  (The feeling of power is absolute, and I am an absolute goof.))

Okay, so, what makes one a ‘professional’ writer? I feel it is pretty simple: if you have ever been paid a penny or more for your words, you ARE a professional writer. Capice?

So, I’ve been a professional writer for all of six months. (So, you don’t really have to listen to me. Put your hands down now. Sheesh!) I sold all of 10 copies of my collection of short stories that I published last year.  Admittedly, I put very little effort into marketing it, though.

In an earlier post, I promised to track my writing income (from Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, etc.) for the sole purpose of documenting my first year as a professional writer.  So, here are February’s huge numbers:

  • On Amazon (Kindle): 6 sales (half at $2.99 and half at the new price of .99 cents);
  • On Barnes and Noble (PubIt): 1 sale at .99 cents;
  • On Smashwords: Nada, zip, zilch;
  • On my own, face-to-face: nine paperback versions at $10/per.

Now, of course, I am taking a more active and directed effort in promoting myself and my novel (The Weight Of Night), but not so much effort toward the short story collection (Ordeals).  This is mainly due to the fact that although I think the short stories are good, the novel is a dramatic improvement in my writing. If someone likes my work, they may or may not check out the other published pieces available, as well.

So, how are YOU doing? Are you self-published? Have you seen any increase in sales due to more effort on your part in marketing? What’s the best marketing effort you’ve come across?  Social media seems to be the way to go these days.  Have you tried that?

I look forward to hearing your success stories, as well as any difficulties you may have encountered. If I can help, I most certainly will.  We gotta stick together, we writers!

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Jan 2010
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