I haven’t left off yet!

Sorry, but due to life stuff, I had to take a few days off from the blog.  Luckily it was writing.  Unfortunately, it was writing copy and not working on the book.  I plan on dedicating more time to the book in the next few days, since I am actually pretty sick of writing copy for company blogs right now.

I think this might be a good moment to talk about writing for fun and profit.

The phenomenon known as writing SEO copy or “blogging for dollars” is relatively new, but fairly ubiquitous as far as the internet stands now.  If you have ever clicked on a link, some poor schmuck probably wrote that copy.  Complete with clickbait titles about how Mind-blowing, earth-shaking, unbelievable, shocking, ball-shriveling shit the cameraman saw and kept filming you will never believe!  Yes, clickbait.  I swear the same person that creates porn titles makes these.  Yet we keep on clicking on them.  Now they are tucked into our news feeds on CNN and Yahoo like the heartworm medicine you are trying to sneak into your golden retriever’s food.

Very little of the stuff you read nowadays online is written by writers earning a living wage or editors, fact checkers, etc. that make sure any of this is true.  Even in the early days of online content, there was a buyer beware statement that became kind of a running joke.  “Don’t believe everything you read online.  Including this.”  Then memes appealed to the basest of our insta-gratification monkey on cocaine needs.  Content, regardless of its truthfullness, sorta became optional.  As long as it generated hits.

The way SEO works is Google looks through the content of your “blog” which is really now just a business model for creating random words that string Search Engine Optimization keywords together.  It doesn’t really matter what you say, just as long as Google picks up on those words and when people do a search for them, they bring your page for your business to the first page of search results.  Nobody ever clicks beyond the first page.

The words you put in there might be accurate or helpful or ipsum blahty blah blah blah.  It’s more of a “made you look!” method of advertising.  So when you do a search for “Why do I have white patches on my tongue?” it will probably bring up a dozen or so medical offices in your area, enticing you into their appointment calendar.  Then they can convince you that it’s probably just something you ate instead of what WebMD told you, which is always cancer.

How much do you get paid to generate content?  Well, back in the day, you used to get around $.30 per word.  Which is scale for technical writing. But content mills such as HuffPost changed all of that.  Rather than paying anyone scale, they dropped it down to sweatshop rates.  Some places offer “exposure” which is also the leading cause of death among hikers in Death Valley.

I sometimes get paid anywhere between $2 and $40 per blog.  It varies based on customer or word count.  The article I wrote for Cracked got $100 for a 1500 word article.  Which got heavily edited and I had to share the money and the byline with someone who put almost no effort into it.  By the end of it, the whole process was probably about 30 hours of work.  So that’s minimum wage.  Blogs are more lucrative, but keeping up that kind of pace sucks because they also mean expending writing brain power for informative articles about anything from Alpaca sweaters to painless root canals.  You have to shift gears.  Research.  It’s taxing and trying.  Nobody reads it.  There’s no byline.  The content is owned exclusively by the client, so there’s not even a portfolio I can put them in.  But hey, forty bucks is forty bucks.

Don’t hate the player.  Hate the game.

Writing the book…well, lets just say even if you sell a book to a publisher, in the SF genre, you probably get around $6,000 as an advance.  That drops with each book.  It’s not enough to live on.  Royalties aren’t all that great either unless the book does well.  I have friends who struggle to market their fiction and this is stuff that big deal publishers should be promoting! Self-publishing (which is what I did with Cinder) is even less (unless you recommend it to tons of your friends!)  The bottom line is there is a lot of work going into a labor of love that might not even get you coffee for the month.  I’m not talking a month of coffee. I’m talking about one coffee per month.

So, sure, writing content is selling out a little.  But it allows me to make a little money on the side for a god-given talent and convince myself I’m less of a fraud whenever people hear that I am a writer.

I can answer with confidence.  Yes.  Yes I am. I get paid to write.

How long does it take to write a book?

Answer: It took about five years to write Song of the Cinder. From the first novella I came up with about fighter pilots who tangle with a dragon to the finished product you can buy on Amazon.com or Createspace.

The story itself took about three years. Then two years of editing. Lots of late nights. Lots of rewrites. Lots of procrastination. A year of shopping it out to publishers and agents. Out of 30 of these queries I sent out, I got six partial manuscript requests. Three of those were full ms requests. Unfortunately all of those were a pass, but not because they didn’t like the writing or the story, it’s just they couldn’t figure out an angle to market the damn thing!

So, I decided to self-publish. It became more important for me to let people read the book than it did to rake in that JK Rowling green or sell a treatment to HBO.

Self-publishing is a lot of work. It isn’t just your kooky uncle wanting to write his memoirs or your great aunt wanting to share recipes. With a novel you become your own editor, publisher, art-director, marketer, etc. etc. ad infinitum. You have to change hats completely. It really messes with the creative process. Editors can be writers and vice versa, but never at the same time.

So, then it was a month of just messing with formatting and the cover. I took the picture myself. Formatted everything myself. Took care of widows and orphans and wacky page breaks. There are still a few typos in the book. You will see them.

You can buy my book here, here, and here. Enjoy!

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Welcome to the Cinderverse

The somewhat cryptic persona and voice in the other posts is from a world close to, similar, and familiar with our own.  Only about a hundred years in the past.  This post is from myself, Clinton A. Harris, writer, dad, a working schlub most of the time kinda like you.

This is the voice of the author.  I’m here to tell you about the process.  Where the stories come from.  Various meanderings and thoughts that contribute to make the novels I hope you will be enjoying soon.

I see the world in a weird way and I like to tell stories about what I see.  To be honest, a lot of the reason I started writing Song of the Cinder was because there weren’t a lot of books that I could get into.  I was tired of the high fantasy books of farmer boys who became kings and I was frustrated with fantasy tropes where the names contained lots and lots of apostrophes.

For a while, I was writing lots of short stories.  I was even publishing a few of them every now and then.  Nobody gets rich off selling short stories anymore.  That’s a writerly tip. You’ll see those every now and then, interspersed with glimpses into the world my writerly friends and first-readers have nicknamed the Cinderverse.

It’s in the writerly bits that you’ll see how the sausage gets made.  In the other stuff, you might find snippets of chapters, things I have scrapped, standalone stories, or just things that have inspired me here and there.

I liked steampunk because of the imagery.  The juxaposition of low-tech and high.  The Victorian aesthetic which was all about form and status.  Details that we no longer see.  There was a level of craftsmanship in the Victorian world that died out shortly after the rise and fall of Art Deco style.  When people could just have a company in China or Japan stamp out things that were built to fall apart en masse, we lost a lot of cool stuff.

This world isn’t quite steampunk though.  I learned that writing short stories.  Editors got picky about the aesthetic.  They wouldn’t publish stories if one or more elements wasn’t just so.  I guess my stuff is more like dieselpunk.  Or maybe even what they would have called Weird Fiction in the 1930s.  I like blending things.  Magic.  Fairy tales.  Cosmic horror.  Heroic fiction.  High fantasy.  Folklore.

In short, I like writing stories I would love to read.

I hope you enjoy them too.

More will follow.  Here are some links to get your own copy of Song of the Cinder.

A good deal on Createspace.

Or if you prefer Kindle and Amazon.com.

Fiction by Clinton A. Harris: Song of the Cinder

If you’ve found this site, you are probably thinking you are in the wrong place.  That’s the first thing you’ve been right about all day.  There’s no going back for you.  There’s only one thing you can do about it.  Have I got your attention?

Good.

Let’s begin.

My name is Clinton A. Harris.  I tell stories.  Not much else I could tell you about myself is of consequence.  But in my writing, there is a place that haunts me.  World not unlike our own.  What if I told you that in a not-so-different place, there was a time where creatures of the Other world, known in some circles as the Sidhe, Faerie, the Shadowlands, or a dozen other names.

This story, Song of the Cinder, takes place in the year 1918.  The world is at war.  On the border of Gaul and the Holy Roman Empire, armies of the undead rise from the trenches to fight against clockwork automatons. Storms are summoned against artillery and aircraft instilled with the souls of warhorses rule the skies over Europe.

In this world, the Americas were never conquered by the royal houses of Europe.  Colonies are held in trust by the Seven Nations, a confederacy of tribal states, which lease the lands of the New World to European immigrants.  Instead of mastery of the horse, these indigenous people became masters of the sky.  In Europe, the purging of the Other during a bloody war of 30 years spawned an industrial revolution, placing mechanization over the Folk, all but driving them out of the world.  But there are remnants.  Magic and automation are fused into terrifying machines of war.  Ancient beings and curses are used in the theatre of war alongside bombs and bullets.  Poisonous gas that brings the dead to life and nations to their knees.  Witchcraft, legend, and heroes vying for power in a world turned upside down.  A crossroads of myth and industry at the dawn of the 20th Century.

The first story takes place in the middle of the Great War.  American ace, John Lightfoot, witnesses an airship materialize and explode over no-man’s-land. As cities fall to ash, he and his comrades must stop a madman from severing the ties binding the Beast at the Center of Five Worlds before it can return and create Hell on earth.

This is only the first in a series of tales about this world.  The settings and players might be familiar as all worlds echo and resonate in the spaces between them.