I keep reading articles about how the Mystery genre is in trouble because it's readership is aging. Young people aren't going for this genre like previous generations! We're doomed! It's the DEATH of Mystery!
These prognostications puzzle me, because this is old news. It happened back in the 1990's. And it wasn't just a death. It was murder.
And what we're seeing right now is actually a recovery of a sorts.
Maybe people don't realize that because few of the prognosticators are of an age to remember it all that well. (And honestly, some who are older didn't realize what was happening at the time.)
So I thought I might explain a little about how we got here, and then maybe next time I'll propose some solutions, though I'm not sure we need any.
A History Lesson -- How Things Used To Be
This might be news to a lot of people in publishing right now, but for three quarters of the last century, the whole publishing industry and bookselling in general, worked a lot like Amazon does now.
The point was to find and deliver the books that the audience wanted to read. Every bookseller was thrilled to match a hard to please reader with an esoteric book. Publishers considered their backlists to be their bread and butter -- and were perfectly happy to let an author, a series, or even an individual book take time to find an audience.
There were two things that made this possible.
One was large print runs. Back in the day, publishers would routinely print huge numbers of a book -- even ordinary books -- and keep large quantities in a warehouse for later. It saved a lot of money on printing to do these huge print runs.
And just as with ebooks today, it made complete sense to have backlist available every time an author published a new book -- because there would always be some new readers who haven't read the old book, and they'd buy both. The more books a publisher had in stock from the backlist, the more they could upsell to customers.
This is, of course, how Amazon works; when a customer finds what he or she wants, be sure to show them as many related items as possible.
The other thing that helped this system work was that the distribution system was broad and varied. An awful lot of those books, especially paperbacks, were distributed by small jobbers -- people who would maintain racks of books in all kinds of stores. (Which was how most people bought books -- at corner stores and grocery stores and hardware stores, etc.)
These jobbers knew their audience, and it was worth their while to serve small communities and little stores. They didn't have to worry about whether a book, or genre, or series was selling enough to pull it's weight with an international chain. They only had to worry about their own customers.
And because publishers kept all those books in print, and kept warehouses full of backlists, etc., the jobbers really had the flexibility to serve their audience the way that audience wanted to be served.
Add to this to the fact that libraries were healthy and well used, and you have the perfect environment for the mystery genre to thrive.
The Mystery Audience
Here's the thing about the mystery audience -- it was huge. It was the biggest genre of all, and held that crown throughout most of the century.
Mystery, for most of the century, wasn't really a genre in the sense of being only one kind of story. It was just a set of plot types that crossed over with every other genre. Everything had a mystery in it. And mystery had everything else in it.
So you could say that mystery thrived not so much because the genre itself was popular, but because whatever you liked, you could find a mystery of that sort. Serious, scary, funny, romantic, gritty, realistic, historical, comforting, disturbing.
And the mystery audience developed another peculiar habit: We loved long series. Long long long long series. We wanted our series to be like a genre in itself. And though we loved it when our authors wrote four or more books a year, we also remained loyal to series that only appeared every decade. (Tuppence and Tommy, anyone?)
As a result, mystery readers of previous generations had a peculiar habit: We often didn't start a series until there were a BUNCH of books in it.
Because we treat our series as kind of like a genre in itself, we're reluctant to try new authors and books. We sniff and circle, and squint, and then, as often as not, if it's a first or second book in a series, we decide to wait and see if more books will appear in the series before giving it a try.
After all, it's somewhere around five books that a mature series really hits its stride.
And in the old days, publishers and booksellers didn't mind this because they knew that, once we actually decided to buy, we would consume it madly. We wanted it all, we wanted it now, and we wanted more. They could count on us forever and ever.
So it was worth taking time to let a series develop.
Mystery readers still hold this attitude. We have definitely evolved, and have normal variations in demographic -- but go to a mystery oriented group and ask them "how many books do you like to see in a series before you try it?" and they will answer in the range of 5-7.
Keep this in mind as I tell you about what happened next.
The Crime's Backstory - Thor Power Tools vs. the IRS
So... remember how I said that publishers would print these HUGE print runs and just hold them in a warehouse to sell over many years?
Well, one of the things that made this possible was that the publishers didn't have to pay taxes on the money they spent on printing. It was an expense, not a profit. You deduct expenses.
But in the late 1970s, the IRS went after a little tool company called Thor Power Tool Co. They felt that this practice of buying up of supplies ahead of time was a tax dodge. It went all the way to the Supreme Court, and the Court found for the IRS.
And that knocked a leg out from under the publishing industry.
Suddenly, it was not so profitable to print such large print runs. And there was no longer much incentive to keep books around in the warehouses. As a matter of fact, it was the reverse: if you shred the books, you can claim them as a loss and don't have to pay taxes on them.
And because of that, there was less incentive to continue any series or author. In terms of cost and risk, every book was now kinda like a first book.
And yet... the publishing culture was still the same. They still saw the mystery and series fiction and backlists as their bread and butter.
Because, after all, book people are not really very good business people, and the editorial side didn't really see the ramifications. So when new business practices hit, they fell back on their instincts and just kept doing what they always did....
The "Overbought Mystery" Crisis of the Late 1980s
It was harder to make a buck at the old publishing model now. Furthermore, publishers had new big corporate overlords who demanded more out of their bottom line.
So editorial staffs did what had always worked before: they started buying up new mystery series (and science fiction trilogies, I hear). Those were their bread and butter! If they wanted more bread and butter, they needed more series!
Right?
Except that these were new series. And as I said above, mystery readers are slow to take up new series. They want new series, but they want them to ripen first.
And though publishing people wanted to give it time... but their corporate overlords were not happy. And there were a great many firings of editorial staff who bought those new mystery series.
Which meant that those who were left were not mystery-oriented, and were also afraid to commit to anything, least of all backlist books and mysteries.
And then the deathblow came.
The Weapon: Automated Buying Systems of the 1990s
The thing is, readers still loved mystery -- and series and genres and backlists. It wasn't like those books failed in the 1980s because readers changed. The readers still wanted what they wanted.
So publishers struggled along to provide these things. Even if it wasn't as profitable, there wasn't an alternative.
Then something terrible happened to distribution: Two things, actually, both related to big box chain stores.
First the small "jobber" distribution chain collapsed, because the big retailing chains decided that they only wanted to deal with one or two distributors. Overnight, the small distributors -- those who supplied the jobbers for small stores, and also for independent booksellers-- disappeared.
The second one was less obvious, but in my opinion, more insidious: Borders invented an automated book distribution system that seemed at first like it would do what the small jobbers used to do. It could track those smaller niche markets and provide those smaller retailers and customers with the books they most wanted.
Except that's not how it ended up working. Remember the whole Corporate Overlords and the Bottom Line thing? That's still in play. That's even more in play.
So by the time Barnes and Noble started doing the same thing, it was no longer about providing niche customers with niche books. It was about the Pareto Principle instead.
The Pareto Principle is a realistic observation, that turned into an extremely destructive practice. The observation is this: if you look at your products or your customers, you will find that eighty percent of your profits come from twenty percent of your products or customers.
Of course, it turns out that the less profitable eighty percent is still needed for that profitable minority to work. So you can't just cut them out.
And though the corporate overlords kinda, sorta knew that, they still put their main drive into cutting every bit of cost you could on that less profitable eighty percent.
For the big distributors, it was all about raw sales numbers. Forget the niche thing or customer satisfaction thing. Only raw, total sales numbers mattered.
And this resulted in a strategy called "Churn." It worked like this:
Assume you need the eighty percent of books which are less profitable to find the twenty percent that is more profitable. Fine, continue to offer lots of titles -- but only keep the titles that make it to the top tier. Toss the rest and bring in new.
And because it's a numbers game, don't waste time with analyzing it. Providing the titles -- the fodder -- is the headache of the publishers, so let them do that. The distributors can just let the system crank and reap the profits, no matter how destructive it was to the industry.
Suddenly, it didn't matter why a book might fail. The distributor didn't care if there was a catastrophic misprint (like the first chapter was left out), or if the book had it's launch on September 12, 2001. Sorry, that's too bad. The numbers do not lie, and the numbers say that the book failed. So it's a failure and should not be reprinted. No matter how many pre-orders or requests.
To the distributor -- who doesn't invest in the book up front -- it's more profitable to just force the customer to buy something else. It's not like the customer had a choice in those days. If the book you wanted wasn't distributed, you were out of luck.
But it was worse than that. Those bad sales numbers were now a permanent part of an author's record.
When the automated system decides what to buy next, it looks at how many copies the last book sold. Not how many they ordered last time, but how many actually found their way into the customers' hands.
And this happens no matter what the buzz. No matter the requests or how eager the audience is. No matter what amazing extenuating circumstance has turned the author into a star in the meantime. If the last book sold 3538 copies, then that is all that will be ordered.
Now, to sell 3538 copies, you might need 5000 copies out there in the book stores. No matter how few you distribute, not all copies will sell. Because even if there are 5000 customers who want the book -- or even more -- the copies are scattered around and those customers won't see them.
If you order 3500 copies, you'll probably only sell 2000, no matter how many customers want them.
So it doesn't matter if the audience is growing; that author's track record says he's on the way down hill.
The third book, if there is one, will only have 2000 copies distributed, and will only sell 1200.
And if that falls below what the distributor considers viable, the author is then blacklisted by the system.
Even when authors did manage to stay above the cut off line, it was almost impossible to have a break out -- because the system would never order more of a later book.
This is why, back in the 1990s, authors started changing their pen names every three books or so. It was actually the publishers who started this as a desperate attempt to beat the system.
What Happened To Mysteries?
Mysteries were really vulnerable to this new system. With the new cut off for a series or career being about three books, it was really super hard to reach that magic five to seven number that the mystery audience was looking for. Suddenly the whole genre changed.
Or more specifically, it narrowed and split into three:
1.) There were the well-established authors who had already gained a good audience before the crash, and they survived the distribution problems.
2.) And there were the high-powered thrillers that appealed to the general best-seller audience.
3.) And there were the "hook" books. Series about cats, or catering, or wedding planners. (Or Vampires or Witches.)
Now, these books existed before the crash. They weren't a change so much as they were what survived the crash. And they survived because they had a kind of immunity to the numbers games.
Lemme explain:
Before the crash, most mysteries didn't have a hook. This is why the readers circled them slowly before buying. The reader took on a new series as if it were a new member of the family. You're really looking for a new favorite. You were looking for a real commitment.
On the other hand, if you really love Siamese cats, you might buy a mystery about a Siamese cat even if you aren't sure you'll love it, because... Meezers!
Such a book still has to be good enough to get you to buy the next one, but because it had a lower "barrier to entry" so to speak, the first book would sell in relatively higher numbers. Which means the second book would get a larger print run -- and because it was also about cats, it had a better chance of catching the eye of someone who didn't see the first.
This is not necessarily true of a twisty domestic crime story with a detective who has no outstanding "hook" quality, but who touches your soul. That might be the kind of book you're looking for, but when you pick up such a book, you can't tell at a glance if you've found it. So you're more likely to wait until there are more in the series.
So before the crash... some of the strongest series were those that couldn't easily be described, and often the very best thing about those books was that they featured a twist that you didn't want to know about. It would spoil the book! With those sorts of books, the audience couldn't tell what to expect. They were taking a risk, at least until the author was famous enough so you knew what to expect.
But after the crash, the strongest series were those which could show the audience what to expect from the start, so they wouldn't hesitate in buying.
And at first that had a bad effect on the genre. Because once the desperate publishers, who had invested in all these books Barnes and Nobel was killing off with abandon, learned that gimmicks worked, and they gamed the system like mad.
And that did two things: It gave mysteries a bad name to many new readers. (This is why those Nielson numbers saying that the mystery audience is largely over fifty-five -- that the age that remembers what mysteries were like before the crash.)
But it also drove away a lot of the existing audience. Many of us stopped buying new mysteries. We stopped even looking at the new mystery shelves. We went, instead for used books. Or fled to other genres (because, remember, other genres often have mystery and suspense plots).
And, of course, this shrinking audience made mystery less important to Barnes and Noble's all important algorithms, which meant that even the best books of these narrower categories got canceled, or were forced so far to the margins, that the author gave up for lack of a decent income.
The genre almost died in the 1990s. So many promising series (both of the older type, and of the hook type) simply disappeared just as they got interesting.
But it didn't quite die, because....
Amazon.
The White Knight
Yes, Amazon is our White Knight who actually saved publishing from those automated ordering systems. Publishers are crazy not to realize this. (Go ahead, fear the power of the giant, but do not forget what it did FOR us.)
First, Amazon made it possible to get a hold of those books that didn't get wide distribution. So if you were one of the 5000 customers who wanted that book that never made it to your local store, you still had a shot at finding it.
(You young whippersnappers have NO idea what it was like before Amazon.)
In some cases, that meant that publishers could keep a marginal book in print.
Second, Amazon started selling used books.
At first publishers and authors were horrified, but soon it became clear that for those authors who were being dropped, that their fans could still find their books. And for those authors who had written, say, a trilogy, and the distributors refused to make book one and two available, customers could still find those first books used. Which was critical, because customers won't buy book three if they can't find one and two.
That was life support to many genres, but especially to Mystery. It kept those of us who had left the genre going, until sanity finally started returning to the publishing industry.
The Return of the Back List
The third thing that Amazon did to save the mystery genre was the Kindle, which caused ebooks to go mainstream. eBooks removed the cost issues that came up with Thor Power Tools. They are the equivalent of every book having an infinite print run.
But even before that, I noticed our genre slowly broadening out from those horrible years of "gimmick or die." And we're seeing more and more series lasting more than three books.
We were in BAD shape for a while there.
Heck yeah our audience is old. The top of our genre is mostly made up of classics, and authors who established themselves before the shake out. The current genre is still narrow, except where it had blended with other genres. Our newer authors are like orphans who pulled themselves up by their bootstrapes: they have grandparents -- whose experience is from another world -- but no parents to help along with anything recent.
And in spite of the fact that so many of us in the audience left the genre back in the 1990s, it's still a big genre.
A big genre with a tremendous amount of room to grow. There's so much variety to mystery that really isn't being explored right now. And a whole generation that isn't familiar with it.
Yes, the audience that identifies as formal mystery readers is aging. But, you know, so is the population. And the next generation? They're interested in crime, and solving problems and puzzles, and in suspense and in twists and in good and evil.
Everybody is.
So it is my opinion that we aren't seeing the fading of a genre, but rather are in the first stages of a rebirth. And no, we don't need to do anything, because what the next generation wants, it will get.
However, I DO have some ideas about what we, as authors and publishing folks, can do to nurture our own revival.
But I'll get to that next time.
See you in the funny papers.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Update - Podcasts and Stories and Stuff
I've been busy. Too busy to post much. (I've had lots of ideas to post, and have done partial drafts on some posts, but too busy to follow up.)
I figured it's time for an update at least....
The Podcast
I was well ahead of schedule before Christmas, but stuff happened. Many of my well-laid plans went bust. (For instance, my lovely attic recording studio was made useless by someone, somewhere in the neighborhood, having some kind of machine or furnace or something that resounds off the roof. I'm hoping it's heating related and will go away when the weather gets nicer.)
So I spent much of the past month scrambling to keep ahead of deadlines, and rebuilding my recording space. Here it is:
The sound quality is not as good as I'd like (too much resonance) but the frustration level is much much lower. I have worked out all the little details to minimize the effect of manic cats and furnaces.
Sometime in the wee hours of this morning, I'll be posting a new episode of Reading in the Attic. It'll be the second of seven parts of my light winter thriller Harsh Climate. (It'll be the sixth actual episode of the podcast._ Check it out! It's like free audio books!
As for Fiction
Pretty much every series on the docket is pushing and shoving to get out. We'll see if improving my sound workflow frees up more time for getting back into writing.
I have also been having great fun working on them with variations of Story Games, but nothing I can translate to a sane blog post yet. This will be upcoming.
The only thing really new is in regards to the Serial.
Doing a podcast, of course, inspires me to take it up again, because it's so suitable. I have been mulling what I want to do with the Misplaced Baroness.
I have to admit, I'm thinking of rewriting it from scratch. Along the same general lines, but pulling out a few threads and weaving in a few new ones. (Another alternative would be to weave it in as a part of a single story with Misplaced Hero -- creatively fun, but I have some reasons for not wanting to do that, which I may talk about later.)
The other factor -- the bigger one and also even more of a complication -- is that my recent fascination with the Orphans on a Train genre stems from a story I want to write in that universe.
It would be a different kind of story, though. Well, the same kinds of plots and things, but it would be a children's story, and it would have more of a "novel" kind of pace than the others, which intentionally have a comic book or movie serial kind of pace.
There is also the question of when it takes place. Because Rozinshura makes an appearance, and I have to decide whether it's filling in a little socio-political backstory (I think it takes place in the country Antonio comes from) OR if the other stories provide a little background for it.
Frankly, I think that time in that universe is not 100 percent straight forward. I think it has that lovely movie and tv show facility of all stories kind of taking place in simultaneous time, and that history can reset itself or jump back into and out of various timelines. (You know, like The Simpsons does.)
All I do know is that I have an orphan named Amelia, from the wild west of Freedonia, who for the past few years has had all of her many relatives fighting over custody of her -- all except for the ones she most likes and the one she most fears. Now, after some disastrous financial shenanigans and other grand drama among the battling relatives, suddenly nobody wants her. They all want to dump her on that one relative -- a poor relation -- who made it clear from the start that she hates kids.
And the one family she wants to join -- lots of kids, lots of fun at all times -- is heading overseas for a year studying ruins in some dangerous foreign country. They'd love to have her, but can't do it old chum. You wouldn't believe the paperwork, and they're leaving tomorrow.
What is a poor orphan to do?
So, the creativity Chez LaGuire is flowing just fine.
Also, I have perfected the art of roasting spiced nuts. (And roast beef sandwiches au jus with horseradish sauce on flaky crispy stretchy home made hard rolls, and also shrimp cocktail.) Have some nuts before you go:
See you in the funny papers.
I figured it's time for an update at least....
The Podcast
I was well ahead of schedule before Christmas, but stuff happened. Many of my well-laid plans went bust. (For instance, my lovely attic recording studio was made useless by someone, somewhere in the neighborhood, having some kind of machine or furnace or something that resounds off the roof. I'm hoping it's heating related and will go away when the weather gets nicer.)
So I spent much of the past month scrambling to keep ahead of deadlines, and rebuilding my recording space. Here it is:
The sound quality is not as good as I'd like (too much resonance) but the frustration level is much much lower. I have worked out all the little details to minimize the effect of manic cats and furnaces.
Sometime in the wee hours of this morning, I'll be posting a new episode of Reading in the Attic. It'll be the second of seven parts of my light winter thriller Harsh Climate. (It'll be the sixth actual episode of the podcast._ Check it out! It's like free audio books!
As for Fiction
Pretty much every series on the docket is pushing and shoving to get out. We'll see if improving my sound workflow frees up more time for getting back into writing.
I have also been having great fun working on them with variations of Story Games, but nothing I can translate to a sane blog post yet. This will be upcoming.
The only thing really new is in regards to the Serial.
Doing a podcast, of course, inspires me to take it up again, because it's so suitable. I have been mulling what I want to do with the Misplaced Baroness.
I have to admit, I'm thinking of rewriting it from scratch. Along the same general lines, but pulling out a few threads and weaving in a few new ones. (Another alternative would be to weave it in as a part of a single story with Misplaced Hero -- creatively fun, but I have some reasons for not wanting to do that, which I may talk about later.)
The other factor -- the bigger one and also even more of a complication -- is that my recent fascination with the Orphans on a Train genre stems from a story I want to write in that universe.
It would be a different kind of story, though. Well, the same kinds of plots and things, but it would be a children's story, and it would have more of a "novel" kind of pace than the others, which intentionally have a comic book or movie serial kind of pace.
There is also the question of when it takes place. Because Rozinshura makes an appearance, and I have to decide whether it's filling in a little socio-political backstory (I think it takes place in the country Antonio comes from) OR if the other stories provide a little background for it.
Frankly, I think that time in that universe is not 100 percent straight forward. I think it has that lovely movie and tv show facility of all stories kind of taking place in simultaneous time, and that history can reset itself or jump back into and out of various timelines. (You know, like The Simpsons does.)
All I do know is that I have an orphan named Amelia, from the wild west of Freedonia, who for the past few years has had all of her many relatives fighting over custody of her -- all except for the ones she most likes and the one she most fears. Now, after some disastrous financial shenanigans and other grand drama among the battling relatives, suddenly nobody wants her. They all want to dump her on that one relative -- a poor relation -- who made it clear from the start that she hates kids.
And the one family she wants to join -- lots of kids, lots of fun at all times -- is heading overseas for a year studying ruins in some dangerous foreign country. They'd love to have her, but can't do it old chum. You wouldn't believe the paperwork, and they're leaving tomorrow.
What is a poor orphan to do?
So, the creativity Chez LaGuire is flowing just fine.
Also, I have perfected the art of roasting spiced nuts. (And roast beef sandwiches au jus with horseradish sauce on flaky crispy stretchy home made hard rolls, and also shrimp cocktail.) Have some nuts before you go:
See you in the funny papers.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Indie Publishing - We Live in Exciting Times
We live in exciting times.
And that's both a curse and a blessing.
I just spent three hours writing a blog post -- trying to capture what I see in the state of publishing right now -- which I then decided to pitch, because my perception had changed in the space of writing it. This is the fourth or fifth post I've written on this subject in the past week. Things seem to be changing really fast again in the industry.
And every single pundit I read -- every prediction for the coming year or analysis of the past year -- has a different take on it. And, I hate to say it, but I think they are all missing something.
This really isn't a transitional year. It's just that the last year or so was a burp.
Last Year the Indies Got Less Indie (but now they're free again)
One of the things that changed is that for the past 6-18 months, the indie publishing world had become almost synchronized.
And now suddenly it isn't.
That's not a bad thing.
Unfortunately it has, as a side effect, done some bad things. In particular, the crash of a number of successful careers.
There are some in traditional publishing (who should know better, as they have the longer term experience to know that success tends to rise and fall on a 5-7 year cycle -- which is about how long many of these indies have been around) who are crowing about it. They are declaring the end of indie publishing -- or at least the end of that snotty, successful side of indie publishing.
And many indies agree with them. They fear that now traditional publishers will retake the market, and that indie publishing will be pushed back to the margins.
Which is a mistake on both their parts.
Oh, sure, I expect traditional publishing will see some recovery from the nervous days of this past year or so. They have got used to the new world, and have had time to adjust their own strategies. And yes, the gold rush is over, and some people will quit self-publishing, but most who decide to ride out the negative wave will build an even stronger career.
The thing that all the pundits on both sides seem to be missing is that there's another group of indies out there. Oh, sure, you hear lots of oblique mentions of the vast, unwashed mass of writers who will supposedly drown those indie success stories in a mass of illiterate poorly formatted manuscripts and no indie shall be heard from again.
And in some sense, they are kind of right about that. But what they miss is that this has already happened.
That vast number of unwashed writers out there is already here.
They've actually always been here, and they always will be here.
And yeah, in this disintermediated age, where anybody has equal footing with everybody, and everybody really is a special snowflake, it's hard for anyone to become a star and stay one. It is kinda scary, that these masses of people out there are our competition. There's bazillions of them.
They are the Amateurs, and they are the Next Wave
But they were also the last wave.
And, actually, the wave before that.
And they are as persistent as heck -- because they don't care about your bottom line OR their own. Sure, they think it would be cool to make a million dollars and have best sellers and their name in lights and win an Oscar. But it doesn't ruin their day when they don't.
And the thing about amateurs is they they just keep rolling. They just keep on doing their thing, and nothing can stop them. Nothing.
Now.... before you start running in fear, I have one more thing to tell you about who they are:
They are OUR AUDIENCE.
And... they are also us. We are them.
(We are they. Whatever.)
The internet did not just remove gatekeepers, it removed gates. It removed walls. It removed all kinds of barriers. Including the barrier between amateur and pro, reader and writer.
And Amazon seems like the only one in publishing to realize that. The KDP is just a more extreme from of self-service, where the customers supply the content to each other.
Which is what the internet is. It's what the new paradigm is all about. Open source. Creative commons. Information wants to be free, and all that. (Also, Information wants to have a small fee taken by the enabler of its freedom.)
This world is no longer about pushing a product from producer to consumer. It's about connections. It's about engagement.
And three or four years ago the whole indie community knew this.
We knew that this was a great new world, empty of boundaries, and full of popcorn kittens. ("Popcorn kittens" is a concept spawned by this video -- which is a metaphor for the fact that we had so many opportunities, our minds were like these kittens, bouncing and tumbling with ideas. Heck, WE were like those kittens. Bouncing, slipping, tumbling and trying out new things all the time.)
At that time, while few of us were getting rich, most of us were actually making money. Not a lot, but we all could see it. We all made more money than we had made in traditional publishing: If you had made no money at all, you now made pocket change. If you had made pocket change, you now made folding money, etc.
And that was great.
But then something changed.
There was so much opportunity, that people started chasing success. Speculative fever chased away the popcorn kittens. And thus began what some people call a "gold rush." (It was never a "bubble" btw, because it was never a scheme driven by false or inflated value. The value was always real.)
And since excitement always draws in those looking for a short cut or a quick buck, some of the gold rush was accelerated by an influx of the get-rich-quick crowd. But it also happened naturally, because entrepreneurship is HARD, and the glitter of success, just out of reach, can be very distracting. In any case, success begat glitter, and glitter begat more chasing of success, and the kittens ran for cover.
We stopped being creative, and started following formulas. We started playing the odds, and applied the Pareto Principle, not realizing that, even though all of your success comes from 20 percent of your effort, you actually need to go through that other 80 percent of effort before the 20 percent can pay off.
We narrowed our focus. And narrowed it more.
And suddenly too many people were doing exactly the same thing at the same time. Which is exactly what causes the end of every gold rush.
It's called the Tragedy of the Commons, and what it basically means is that we stressed the system. It's something that happens constantly in small ways. But when it happens in big ways -- when a very large number of people are all doing the same (apparently harmless) thing -- it can be an utter disaster that destroys the whole system. Dancers cause the collapse of a building. The gold is panned out of the river, the field is irretrievably over-grazed. The fish population collapses. The tree of life dies because of everyone pulling down branches.
Luckily for us, that is not at all what happened here. We did not come anywhere near bringing and end to the system.
In our case, the system just adjusted itself -- partly in reaction to what everybody was doing, but also in reaction to things completely outside our little world. Customers changed their habits. Amazon changed algorithms. Tried new things to please the customers.
Nothing actually broke. Except the synchronicity. That broke.
But the system is going as strong as ever. Readership is growing, and they are finding the material they want to read.
But it's not always in books.
The Return of the Popcorn Kittens
The indie community is already diversifying again. As a group, we are more flexible than any other player in the system. People are recalling their previous creativity, finding new lines to color outside of. We still have the "success-driven" folks -- we always did -- but they are jumping out of lock-step and off to find the next gold strike. Because, just like the amateurs do, they will always keep doing their thing. Bless them.
And the amateurs themselves are still chugging along, just as they always have.
They are on the rise, as they have been since the internet went wide. And they are nothing to be afraid of, because they are the ones who enabled this. They are the ones who drive the social media, which spreads the word on our books. They're not afraid of unlucrative markets. They break new ground. They develop new audiences. They bring the joy of reading and story to those who were never interested in books before.
They are fan-writers, and poets, and volunteers at Project Gutenberg and Librivox. They are web comix artists. They are bookbloggers and podcasters, and collectors of rare books.
And they are also the pros, when they're not at work: they are indies, and traditional writers, the editors and librarians.
They are lovers of story.
And for the first time in publishing, they actually do rule the universe.
Don't be afraid of the rising tide. The tide is us.
See you in the funny papers.
And that's both a curse and a blessing.
I just spent three hours writing a blog post -- trying to capture what I see in the state of publishing right now -- which I then decided to pitch, because my perception had changed in the space of writing it. This is the fourth or fifth post I've written on this subject in the past week. Things seem to be changing really fast again in the industry.
And every single pundit I read -- every prediction for the coming year or analysis of the past year -- has a different take on it. And, I hate to say it, but I think they are all missing something.
This really isn't a transitional year. It's just that the last year or so was a burp.
Last Year the Indies Got Less Indie (but now they're free again)
One of the things that changed is that for the past 6-18 months, the indie publishing world had become almost synchronized.
And now suddenly it isn't.
That's not a bad thing.
Unfortunately it has, as a side effect, done some bad things. In particular, the crash of a number of successful careers.
There are some in traditional publishing (who should know better, as they have the longer term experience to know that success tends to rise and fall on a 5-7 year cycle -- which is about how long many of these indies have been around) who are crowing about it. They are declaring the end of indie publishing -- or at least the end of that snotty, successful side of indie publishing.
And many indies agree with them. They fear that now traditional publishers will retake the market, and that indie publishing will be pushed back to the margins.
Which is a mistake on both their parts.
Oh, sure, I expect traditional publishing will see some recovery from the nervous days of this past year or so. They have got used to the new world, and have had time to adjust their own strategies. And yes, the gold rush is over, and some people will quit self-publishing, but most who decide to ride out the negative wave will build an even stronger career.
The thing that all the pundits on both sides seem to be missing is that there's another group of indies out there. Oh, sure, you hear lots of oblique mentions of the vast, unwashed mass of writers who will supposedly drown those indie success stories in a mass of illiterate poorly formatted manuscripts and no indie shall be heard from again.
And in some sense, they are kind of right about that. But what they miss is that this has already happened.
That vast number of unwashed writers out there is already here.
They've actually always been here, and they always will be here.
And yeah, in this disintermediated age, where anybody has equal footing with everybody, and everybody really is a special snowflake, it's hard for anyone to become a star and stay one. It is kinda scary, that these masses of people out there are our competition. There's bazillions of them.
They are the Amateurs, and they are the Next Wave
But they were also the last wave.
And, actually, the wave before that.
And they are as persistent as heck -- because they don't care about your bottom line OR their own. Sure, they think it would be cool to make a million dollars and have best sellers and their name in lights and win an Oscar. But it doesn't ruin their day when they don't.
And the thing about amateurs is they they just keep rolling. They just keep on doing their thing, and nothing can stop them. Nothing.
Now.... before you start running in fear, I have one more thing to tell you about who they are:
They are OUR AUDIENCE.
And... they are also us. We are them.
(We are they. Whatever.)
The internet did not just remove gatekeepers, it removed gates. It removed walls. It removed all kinds of barriers. Including the barrier between amateur and pro, reader and writer.
And Amazon seems like the only one in publishing to realize that. The KDP is just a more extreme from of self-service, where the customers supply the content to each other.
Which is what the internet is. It's what the new paradigm is all about. Open source. Creative commons. Information wants to be free, and all that. (Also, Information wants to have a small fee taken by the enabler of its freedom.)
This world is no longer about pushing a product from producer to consumer. It's about connections. It's about engagement.
And three or four years ago the whole indie community knew this.
We knew that this was a great new world, empty of boundaries, and full of popcorn kittens. ("Popcorn kittens" is a concept spawned by this video -- which is a metaphor for the fact that we had so many opportunities, our minds were like these kittens, bouncing and tumbling with ideas. Heck, WE were like those kittens. Bouncing, slipping, tumbling and trying out new things all the time.)
At that time, while few of us were getting rich, most of us were actually making money. Not a lot, but we all could see it. We all made more money than we had made in traditional publishing: If you had made no money at all, you now made pocket change. If you had made pocket change, you now made folding money, etc.
And that was great.
But then something changed.
There was so much opportunity, that people started chasing success. Speculative fever chased away the popcorn kittens. And thus began what some people call a "gold rush." (It was never a "bubble" btw, because it was never a scheme driven by false or inflated value. The value was always real.)
And since excitement always draws in those looking for a short cut or a quick buck, some of the gold rush was accelerated by an influx of the get-rich-quick crowd. But it also happened naturally, because entrepreneurship is HARD, and the glitter of success, just out of reach, can be very distracting. In any case, success begat glitter, and glitter begat more chasing of success, and the kittens ran for cover.
We stopped being creative, and started following formulas. We started playing the odds, and applied the Pareto Principle, not realizing that, even though all of your success comes from 20 percent of your effort, you actually need to go through that other 80 percent of effort before the 20 percent can pay off.
We narrowed our focus. And narrowed it more.
And suddenly too many people were doing exactly the same thing at the same time. Which is exactly what causes the end of every gold rush.
It's called the Tragedy of the Commons, and what it basically means is that we stressed the system. It's something that happens constantly in small ways. But when it happens in big ways -- when a very large number of people are all doing the same (apparently harmless) thing -- it can be an utter disaster that destroys the whole system. Dancers cause the collapse of a building. The gold is panned out of the river, the field is irretrievably over-grazed. The fish population collapses. The tree of life dies because of everyone pulling down branches.
Luckily for us, that is not at all what happened here. We did not come anywhere near bringing and end to the system.
In our case, the system just adjusted itself -- partly in reaction to what everybody was doing, but also in reaction to things completely outside our little world. Customers changed their habits. Amazon changed algorithms. Tried new things to please the customers.
Nothing actually broke. Except the synchronicity. That broke.
But the system is going as strong as ever. Readership is growing, and they are finding the material they want to read.
But it's not always in books.
The Return of the Popcorn Kittens
The indie community is already diversifying again. As a group, we are more flexible than any other player in the system. People are recalling their previous creativity, finding new lines to color outside of. We still have the "success-driven" folks -- we always did -- but they are jumping out of lock-step and off to find the next gold strike. Because, just like the amateurs do, they will always keep doing their thing. Bless them.
And the amateurs themselves are still chugging along, just as they always have.
They are on the rise, as they have been since the internet went wide. And they are nothing to be afraid of, because they are the ones who enabled this. They are the ones who drive the social media, which spreads the word on our books. They're not afraid of unlucrative markets. They break new ground. They develop new audiences. They bring the joy of reading and story to those who were never interested in books before.
They are fan-writers, and poets, and volunteers at Project Gutenberg and Librivox. They are web comix artists. They are bookbloggers and podcasters, and collectors of rare books.
And they are also the pros, when they're not at work: they are indies, and traditional writers, the editors and librarians.
They are lovers of story.
And for the first time in publishing, they actually do rule the universe.
Don't be afraid of the rising tide. The tide is us.
See you in the funny papers.
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