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80 Starla Huchton

Creating for Yourself Instead of Your Clients

Maven

Maven (The Endure Series, book 1), by S.A. Huchton
Release Date: June 3, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, this is a big day for me. I’ve been building up to this for a few months and now that it’s finally here… Well, it’s hard to really express exactly what’s going on in my head. Today, the cover for book 1 in my brand new series is being revealed to the world.

Frankly, it’s terrifying. How are people going to react? What if they hate it? And, worse, what if no one cares enough to look?

I’m sure everyone feels this way when they put a new creation out in the world. Artists (and by that I’m including all producers of creative works) put their hearts out there when they share a new Thing They Did. We all want these Things to be well-received. At the least, even a negative reaction can be a positive. It means you did something that elicited some sort of response. Someone looked.

Today is like that for me, only this is a little different than what many authors may experience on cover reveal day. Most of them don’t design covers, especially not in a professional capacity. Yes, these images are representatives of the words contained in that package, but if it’s not well-liked they can point to someone else and say “THAT GUY’S FAULT”. Me? I can’t do that, because, in this case, I’m the cover designer.

If you didn’t know, designing book covers is what I do. Usually, this is for other people. Yes, that’s still my art going out into the world, but I have zero control of what happens to it after that and I’m not accountable for the story contents. There’s a disconnect in ownership after I release a client’s cover. That image becomes their herald, not mine. Not to say that I don’t do every job to the best of my ability, but, quite often, once the job is done, it’s done. I move on to the next one. You know. Work.

Designing a cover for yourself is so much more personal. In many ways, I will always be my own biggest critic and this cover speaks to that. The hours I sunk into searching through stock photos to find the exact model I wanted… you don’t want to know. As the author, I knew very specifically what I was looking for as far as representation went. The character featured on my cover has been a fixture in my head for years. I know her extremely well. In many ways, being the author makes my job as a designer harder because of that intimate knowledge. I finally had to “settle” for the most similar person I could find. I tell this to my clients all the time: we’re looking for representative, not literal depictions. Swallowing that bit of reality was painful, but at least now my clients can rest assured that I know how tough it is to take. It’s hard to listen to your own advice!

Another difference in designing for myself versus for others is the time I could take with the project. I don’t rush any job, but I had months to sit on this image, to tweak it during downtime, to scrutinize every last pixel. It was probably fine when I “finished” it the first time, but, like they say, art is never finished, only abandoned. I had to force myself to stop before I ruined it. Seriously. This cover is live now and I’m fighting myself to not open it in Photoshop again.

So, I’m sure I’ll go through this anxiety all over again when Maven goes live on June 3rd. Probably worse, actually. It’s the first long-form fiction I’ve released since The Dreamer’s Thread podcast in 2009. Will others see the change and growth in my writing? I certainly hope so. After four years, I think I’ve learned a thing or two!

Above all else, though, I hope people look.

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Description of Maven:

How far would you go for love?

Since losing her parents at 14, young prodigy Dr. Lydia Ashley has focused on one thing: an appointment on the Deep Water Research Command Endure. Now 21, she’s about to realize that dream, but nothing is how she imagined it would be. Her transitional sponsor forgets her, her new lab is in complete chaos, and, as if that weren’t enough, she’s about to discover something so horrific it could potentially destroy all life on the planet. 

Daniel Brewer, a noted playboy and genius in his own right, may be exactly what she needs… Or he may make everything worse.

Has she finally found a puzzle she can’t solve?

 
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Posted by on May 16, 2013 in Creativity Guest Posts

 

Garaaga’s Children: Ancients

Garaaga's Sigil

I’ve had the tremendous pleasure of reading all of the stories in the Garaaga’s Children: Ancients series by Paul E. Cooley and been fortunate to be able to voice a few of the female characters in the Parsec  Award nominated podcast versions of some of these stories.

These stories start before the written word, when stories were passes down from one teller to the next. These are the stories that became the legends. The stories of the hunters, the hunted, and the story tellers themselves. Stories of love and war. Of sex and violence. Of ancient religions, warriors, and scholars.

These stories represent the beginning of an ever expanding saga. Garaaga, his children, their followers, and their hunters are not just the stuff of legends. They are around in the here and now as well. There are so many more stories to come as Cooley chronicles these groups as they battle their way through history.

Ancients is the first volume of the Garaaga’s Children tales.

Now, these stories are being published in a limited edition hard cover version that is being offered as a special package that includes the signed numbered hardcover, bonus materials, a bonus story, special ebook, and the audiobook. All for just $35.

These aren’t the stories that legends are made of. These are the legends themselves. Go back to the beginning and discover the truth of Garaaga for yourself.

 
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Posted by on April 28, 2013 in My Essays

 

79 Jake Bible

New Paradigms in Publishing: Creativity from the Business End of Books

So, I am a writer.

I have no problem saying that. I know many creative types that hold back on calling themselves “writers”, “painters”, “sculptors”, etc. Why? Because they may not make a living at it. And we are defined by how we make a living, right?

Wrong.

We define ourselves. And even though I have a day job that pays the bills (almost), I define myself as a writer because that is what I do. I write. I create. I put words on the screen and that turns into paper books and ebooks that I sell. Can I support my family that way? No. But Van Gough couldn’t support himself with his painting alone and he is called a painter. I write therefore I am. Or something like that.

But, beyond the defining name of writer, I am also a businessman. An entrepreneur, if you will. I make half my income from my writing. That’s a pretty big deal. I have always, for most of my life, looked for the perfect small business to start. I’ve had a vegetarian jerky company (true story, tasty jerky), I have been an independent sales rep, and I have a massage school degree. But it wasn’t until writing happened for me did I find my business niche.

Who knew being creative would actually pay off?

The thing is, with writing as a business, is that there is no manual or plan that leads to success. Is there with other businesses? To a certain degree, yes. If you open a café in a good location, with a good menu, and good prices, and good marketing (and work your ass off) then you will have good success. With writing, though, you can have a great novel at a great price and have great marketing, but it can still flounder. Why?

Nobody knows.

That’s the thing about publishing, which is really the business I am in, no one has a freaking clue what will sell and what won’t.

This is why I have opened my writing career up to my fans and readers and I’m asking them to choose my next novel. (You can read all about it here). Since no one, from massive multinational publishing megagiant to little ole self-publisher, knows what will be a hit and what will be a miss I realized that I needed to go to the source. I had to ask the readers what they wanted instead of writing my next novel and forcing it on them in the hopes it is exactly what they are looking for.

What I’m doing isn’t so revolutionary. Many industries have focus groups after focus groups and take poll after poll to see what their customers want. You think Taco Bell just happened to throw the Doritos Taco up on the menu for shits and giggles? No way, Jose. They market tested that puppy before the first one was even wrapped and handed to a salivating code monkey. But, for a writer to hand over the direction of their next project to the readers? Crazy mad!

Or is it?

Why wouldn’t I ask? Why would I waste a couple months on a novel that only a small percentage of my fans want to read? Why go to all the expense of publishing something that may or may not sell? Isn’t that really madness?

Why gamble?

Ah, there is the key. Gambling. It is well known in publishing that you aren’t in the book business. You are in the gambling business. And I don’t gamble. My game of choice? Poker. That’s not gambling. Not when you know how to play. I hate gambling. It’s a waste of time and money. I want to know I have at least some control over the outcome. Random throw of the dice? Watching a ball spin, spin, spin until it stops on whatever number/color it stops on? Pull a lever and pray? Come on 21? Nope, not for me.

Does my novel experiment have risks? Sure. Everything does. There are no sure things in life. If you are told otherwise then you are being lied to. No such thing as sure things. Chaos rules existence and always will. But I fancy myself a chaos surfer. I like to hop in and see where I end up. That is why I have taken the risk of handing my creative direction to hundreds of people I may or may not even know. Most of them I do not know. They are total strangers.

But they are readers, fans, customers.

Is the customer always right? No, of course not. But they are the ones with the dollars in hand and how they spend those dollars, that process of exchanging money for goods, is always right. I’m just hoping the customers’s/fans’s/readers’s choice of my next novel matches their desire to exchange money for the goods.

If it doesn’t  Well then it was a good experiment and I’m just right back where I started. Just hanging out with all the writers, publishers, agents, book industry folks, waiting to see what novel hits the wall and sticks. Either way I am cool.

Why?

Because I’m a writer. And I’ll still get to write. And that is what matters.

 

Editors note added on May 5, 2013~

Jake’s readers and fans have selected his next novel and you can pre-order it HERE.

 
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Posted by on April 5, 2013 in Creativity Guest Posts

 

I am Nobody’s Nigger

I am Nobody’s Nigger by Dean Atta is the debut collection of his poetry.  I’ll be honest, I haven’t finished reading it yet. I read a couple of the poems every day. More than that, and I’m afraid my brain might explode–these are THAT good!  This is the first time I’ve been compelled to write a review prior to finishing the book.

Dean is British, male, brown skinned, and gay. Many of his poems deal with one or more of these topics. And when they don’t, they are certainly from his unique point of view.  I am none of these things. Yet each of his poems speaks to me. While they are about his individual circumstances, they have universal appeal.  Themes of sex and sexuality, identity (as an individual, a citizen of his country, and a member of a larger global community), education, rights and responsibilities, and the larger social condition feature prominently in his work.

As a poet myself, I struggle daily with trying to find the words to express my own inner turmoil as I make my way through this life. I found myself saying, “Yes!” out loud as I read some of these. He so eloquently hits the nail squarely on the head. Some of them are intimate. All are special.

I first found Dean’s work on the Indie Feed Performance Poetry Podcast.  He performed the title poem and I was completely blown away. He has a number of videos on YouTube and has free albums available at BandCamp.

Here’s the description of this volume from Dean’s site:

Revolutionary, reflective and romantic, I Am Nobody’s Nigger is the powerful debut collection by one of the UK’s finest emerging poets. Exploring race, identity and sexuality, Dean Atta shares his perspective on family, friendship, relationships and London life, from riots to one-night stands.

If you haven’t already guessed, I am a huge fan of Dean’s work. These poems are phenomenal when performed but more importantly, they stand up on their own alone on the page. So well, in fact, that I have to limit myself to just a few at a time…savoring them slowly before moving on to the next.

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2013 in Book and Podcast Reviews

 

Inertia

By DeliriumTree

 

Sometimes, it isn’t a question of want, but need, and what I need is you.

Hard, inside me, now.

I don’t want you to ask.

Seduction is a matter of grace and I’m beyond that now.

I’ve shattered into suspended animation, inconsolable, wretched, a frozen banshee’s howl.

I can’t make do with these others.

I’ve tried.

I find the dance of their shadows far too pale.

A mimicry of sunlight, when what I crave is a solar flare.

No, it has to be you.

To leave me soulless, boneless, floating and thoroughly fucked.

Mass to my inertia, I crave your weight most of all.

My bones simply a thing to be ground like particle etchings of starlight, recorded in the blackness, by a light years breath.

I ache for brutality despite the patience recalled in your kiss.

That gentle coaxing I denied, because it would make me less wrong.

I am a glitch in time, a razor slashed pre-raphaelite painting that screams on the inside.

The blank map of your predilections lure me continually to a reality that may not exist.

Winding paths as fleeting as the question of whether you want at all.

Let alone me.

Need unrelenting like stone, it can be covered, chiseled away.

My litany of minutia, I can look past any atrocity and smile.

Wind sways the branches, the twisted tree in the forest whispers it’s still irrelevance.

Frozen in the destruction of my own time, continually forgetting this dream of hope.

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2013 in Guest Poems

 

Salsa Nocturna

Salsa Nocturna by Daniel Jose Older

Salsa Nocturna by Daniel Jose Older

 

This review is long overdue. I didn’t keep track of how many books or stories I read or listened to in 2012; but this book was one of my favorites. The only stories I loved more, or read more times, were ones I worked on as editor.

This is an interconnected series of short stories by Daniel Jose Older. Besides being a writer, he’s a musician, song writer (both with Ghost Star), and paramedic. He calls New York City home and the love he has for the city, as well as her inhabitants, is evidenced in every word. And those words….swoon. His prose is tight, full of imagery, and wonderfully evocative.

Usually after I finish reading something, I archive it immediately because my kindle has WAY too many things on it waiting to be read. This book is the exception. I’ve read the entire thing twice and some stories more than that. If I had to pick a favorite, it would probably be Magdelena. Or the title story. Or maybe The Collector… See, this is why I keep going back to re-read them.

I suppose I should try to explain the premise of these stories. They are a mix of ghost stories: the supernatural, urban fantasy, and crossing between the worlds of the living and the dead (the dead have their own bureaucracy, if you didn’t already know). There are multiple main characters and the stories sort of oscillate between them. Some are creepier than others (like those damn dolls), some made me cry, and some made me laugh out loud.

His words mambo, pulling you in close to dance you through the story until you are left gasping for air at the end, wondering what just happened and so glad it did.

You can get your copy here. His accidental poem (taken with permission from a tweet of his) is here. And, you can read his blog here.

 
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Posted by on January 6, 2013 in Book and Podcast Reviews

 

Looking Back

The idea of creativity and the act of creation is such a simple one: producing something from nothing. Yes, I have oversimplified. But, really, that’s what we’re talking about. How that equation plays out is different for each of us and different for each something we create. So, the complexity that results is staggering. I love that!

Chocolate Scotch has been around for 18 months now and as today is the end of 2012 it seems like an appropriate time to take stock of life, the universe, and everything. Getting people of all walks of life, who create in different ways, to share their thoughts on creativity, art, and/or inspiration in the hopes of adding kindling to people’s creative flame is the goal at ChocolateScotch. That there are poems, audio posts, stories, essays, and letters here thrills me. So far, there have been 78 guest posts in the Creativity Blog Project. This is a lot less than I had hoped to have by now; yet they are a stunning collection of thoughts.

In looking back, I know I’ve not given this site the time and energy it requires to grow over the past year. As with a lot of my creative endeavors, I started out by giving it my undivided attention and over time let myself get sidetracked. As with all things, moderation is key. I know now that publishing a guest post a day was an insane way to start this project. It took way too much of my time and made sustaining that output (once the initial pile was posted) all but impossible. That is, and have any kind of life beyond these pages.

For the coming year, I would like to post a couple of guest posts a month. Every other week seems reasonable; one a week would be ideal. If you’ve already contributed but have another thought on creativity that you would like to share, by all means submit again. If you haven’t already contributed, why not?

If you are already on the awesome page of contributors and would like to update your information, please send an email with how you would like your bio blurb to read now. And, if you are updating that, I urge you to consider sending in some new thoughts as well (but this is not required).

If I had to sum up the past year in a single word, it would be grateful. Grateful for all of the support I have received from friends old and new. Grateful for the amazing and inspiring posts so many have contributed here. Grateful to be doing things I love like writing and editing. Grateful for too many people and things to list them all here. Mostly, grateful for you.

Thank you for reading.

Here’s to a brand new year and the creations we all bring forth therein.

Cheers,

Sue

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2012 in My Essays, My Writing