Category: Current Events (page 75 of 91)

Black & White & Read Less Frequently

Courtesy Nielsen

If printed media is really slipping into the past, the newspaper is the first to go.

There’ve been some goings-on in Egypt that have captured worldwide attention. With an Internet connection, it’s entirely possible to get minute-by-minute news, mostly with a lack of bias. Facts are stated and links given. Twitter’s especially good for bite-sized samples of data leading to full-course discussions on the unfolding events. “Mubarak supports hurling rocks into crowd.” “Tank sortied by military to Tahir Square.” “Anderson Cooper punched in the face.”

Walk into any hub of mass transit or eatery and you’ll see the end-users getting their data. Laptops, cell phones, mobile devices that defy convenient description, all hooked into the formless data streaming through the airwaves into their hands. Sure, some are checking on NFL scores and others are looking for celebrity gossip, but the current news is right there, fresh and fragrant as rolls plucked from brick ovens.

The newspaper, on the other hand, has been sitting there since the day before.

This isn’t to say that the writings in the newspaper aren’t pertinent, factless or biased. Well, some of them are, but that’s beside the point. My point is not that there’s anything particularly wrong with the newspaper in term of content or presentation. It’s the timing. It takes time to publish hundreds of thousands of copies of the morning edition, and by the time those editions are slipped into mailboxes and tossed onto front steps, the news on the front page is at least a few hours old. Sure, people who don’t work near or subsist on the Internet might not have heard about what’s happening yet, but with the proliferation of ways and means to access the data that’s out there, the number of people who find the news in newspapers pertinent is shrinking.

I do consider that a shame. Newspapers often struck me as places of integrity, where the facts and the truth came before making money. Now, that isn’t true in all cases, as rags like the Daily Enquirer and Metro seem to pander as much as they report, if not moreso. But many of the big-name papers seemed to want to put the facts up front first and foremost, free of opinion and bias (that stuff’s on page 5). It’s an ideal romaticized in films like State of Play and All the President’s Men. Heroes like Clark Kent and Peter Parker worked at and for newspapers because they, like the papers, are interested in the pursuit of truth.

Again, none of this is the fault of the papers. Some of them are rolling with the punches, expanding the functionality and appeal of their websites and putting their news out into social media outlets. Others are struggling to survive, counting on readers set in their ways and the shrinking minority of people without some means of faster news updates dropping a few coins into a corner machine to stay current and informed. While I think there will always be people looking for physical copies of the news, the feel of paper crinkling in their hands and the smell of fresh ink, the papers that survive will be those that roll with the punches and continue to evolve. I’d like to see them make it in this new age of information at the speed of light and conveyed in 140 characters or less.

That’s probably just the romantic in me. I’d also like to see print books survive. Even if I am thinking seriously about self-publication.

The Paths to Self-Publication

Good Luck road sign

So. Self-publication. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately.

If you’re anything like me, though (and if you are you should really think about seeing a professional), you have a habit of catching just a whiff of a new endeavor and throwing yourself at it to the expense of all else. If that’s the case, let me caution you to STOP.

Read this, this and this.

True, Chuck is no self-publishing expert (and he even tells you so) but he likely knows more about it than the average self-publishing wannabe. Which is a category I definitely fall into. My queries are still out in the wild, howling their agent mating calls, waiting for some sort of response even if it’s just a shoe getting tossed at them so they’ll get off the agent’s fence. It’s not the novel I’m thinking of self-publishing.

As I continue working on my Free Fiction entries, spinning new ideas and laying out words, I see a pattern forming between some of the stories, things that readers can latch onto. As much as the anthology is a hated article of fiction, and combining that with self-publication means I’d be infecting my work with the literary equivalent of the Black Plague, an anthology of myths re-cast into different settings may still have an audience.

I don’t think you’ll be seeing it available any time soon, because I have a few things I need to do.

First, I need to write more.

No-brainer here. Right now I’ve got two solid stories and one that may be more a continuation of the first than a stand-alone narrative. I’ve got a new one in the works and ideas for at least three more. And I don’t want to just dash them off and slap them into a PDF for sale. There will need to be edits, revisions, cuts and fusions, all that good stuff that makes decent ideas into great stories. You’ll still get Free Fiction on a (semi) regular basis, but mostly I’ll be posting the raw stuff.

Next, I’ll need a cover artist.

Somehow I’ll have to find room in my budget to pay somebody for this. Considering I want this to be a product I’m proud of, willing to show to others as evidence of my style, inspiration and ability to produce, I don’t want it to look like something a fifth-grade drew in MS Paint or a photoshopped image with kitschy filters and lens flares all over the place. This should look professional, even if I’m a complete and total amateur.

Finally, it’ll come time to market the thing.

I’m not a marketing guy. I tend not to be inclined to schmooze. It makes me an inadequate salesman, even when I’m trying to sell myself. In social situations I always fear talking about myself too much, artificially redirecting conversations to make them about me, basically wishing to avoid behavior that’d get me branded as a self-centered douchecopter.

Yet that’s a good chunk of what will get a self-published work in a position to earn its keep.

Once it’s up on the Intertubes, it’ll sit there unless acted upon by an outside force. Newton’s First Law of Internet or something. And since I created the thing, I’ll have to be that outside force. I honestly have no idea what the best or most efficient way of doing so is going to be, but I’m willing to give it a try.

It’s something that could go any number of ways. Hopefully I don’t pursue one of the ways that pitches me head-first into an unforeseen pit filled with red-hot magma.

In other news, it’s entirely possible I’ve been playing Minecraft a bit much lately.

Time is Money, Friend

Hourglass

I’m afraid today’s Free Fiction is getting postponed.

The shuffling of matters at the dayjob have thrown certain things for a loop and I’m struggling to catch up. I’m also still getting settled into the new OS install at home, and contemplating a scrub of the laptop (it’s a long story). I do have some ideas for upcoming Free Fiction entry, which may eventually yeild an anthology, since I’m going to be sticking with the re-telling of myths.

This next one’s turning out pretty well and I want to take my time with it. So, right around Valentine’s Day, you’ll be getting a double helping of Free Fiction with a longer-than-usual tale, tentatively entitled “Miss Weaver’s Lo Mein.”

It’ll make sense in context.

I also want to get some work for Amaranthine done, hopefully before the Machine Age crew head out to California. This new project of theirs has all of the originality and edginess of Maschine Zeit with some really interesting backstory thrown in, and I’m eager to be a part of it.

Queries are rolling around in peoples Inboxes and some should be rolling back to me soon. Probably in the form of a rejection. But that’s the way of things. More queries will be going out as soon as I can compile a fresh list of agent names.

And the outline for a new novel is taking shape. Slowly. A braindump will be coming soon.

Still not sure what sort of video editing software I’ll be able to use, but folks seem to continue enjoying IT CAME FROM NETFLIX! in its current form for now, so I’m not exactly in a rush to put that on my plate.

On top of all of this is the impending trip to Canada in a few weeks. By the way, I’m still interested in guest posters chiming in during that week. If you have something you want to talk about/discuss/rant on related to writing or gaming, and want a different outlet for it, hit me up.

Finally, with the wintery mix coming down on our heads, tonight’s D&D was postponed, so no Into the Nentir Vale this week. Luckily I set up the final confrontation of the Battle of Albridge before we parted ways last week, so we can start rolling the moment we get settled and I have my beer.

Yes. I drink while I DM.

Don’t you judge me.

Maverick Meerkat

Courtesy linuxtree.blogspot.com

Dear Windows,

You and I are done personally.

Professionally we can still work together. It’s not like I have a choice in that. And I’ll still know my way around in you so that people can call me up for tech support at odd hours of the day and night. Because, you know, that’s what happens when you work with or even claim to know computers. Suddenly you’re everybody’s tech support hotline.

But at home? I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t need to jump through a series of flaming hoops to prove I haven’t stolen anything from you. And anyway, what would be the point? There’s no reason for me to try and pull a fast one on you when a perfectly good operating system is available for free that not only does everything you do, but provides me with all sorts of granular control over aspects of its appearance, operation and technical workings.

That’s right. I’m leaving you for Ubuntu.

Specifically, the Maverick Meerkat. How does that nickname not have appeal? “Maverick Meerkat.” It’s like Timon ditched the big boar, found a Punisher t-shirt his size and decided to start meting out his own form of jungle justice. Or took up flying fighter jets. In any event, with the way it’s up and running on my desktop I really have no reason to go back to you.

Sure, some kinks need to be ironed out in the way certain games and applications work. And I’ll need to find a good Linux-based video editing suite if I ever want to do another video version of IT CAME FROM NETFLX! but this is a small price to pay. That is to say, it costs me nothing financially. And after I finish backing everything up, I’ve half a mind to get the latest Xubuntu build on a flash drive and reformat the laptop again. Clean up some things. Get everything running more smoothly.

I’d say I’m sorry it had to end this way, Windows, but let’s face it… I’m not.

At least you still have my wife’s computer.

For now.

Work Involving Home

Icicles Inside Icicles
Courtesy Terribleminds

The recent influx of white fluffy stuff falling from the sky in the eastern United States has driven lots of people to stay in their homes. Call it what you will – Snowmageddon, Snoviathan, Snowtorious B.I.G. – there are folks like myself doing their utmost to be productive in places where familiar comforts quickly become distractions. There is, however, a distinction in my mind between working from home and working at home.

When one works from home, it’s a break in the usual office routine. Sure, you don’t have to worry about commuting outside of your home, nor do you need to concern yourself with adhering to the company’s dress code (if you get dressed at all), but there are still expectations from your superiors and deadlines that need to be met. All of the pressures of the office still exist. If you’re not doing something you necessarily love, it can actually be detrimental to work from home. There are chores left undone, upkeep responsibilities and more comforts than at the office, all of which become distractions. Indeed, in certain circumstances, washing dishes or mopping up leaks can feel like a welcome diversion from the usual office work.

At first glance, you might not see much of a difference when you work at home. By that, I mean you are employed in such a way that you have no office to go to regularly. Maybe you’re a freelancer, or maybe you’re employed in such a way that the location of the office is superfluous – if it exists at all! In these cases, you still have other things to do rather than work and there are still deadlines to meet. However, my suspicion is that there are two large factors that differentiate working at home from working from home.

1. You’re working at home on something that’s more your choice than not. Most people who are in a position of using a home office over the course of a regular work week have gotten to that point from the pursuit of a specific goal rather than a series of fortunate events. To put it another way…

2. Chances are you’re doing something you love every day and getting paid for it without leaving your house.

I know there are a lot of other factors that go into that sort of job: no pre-paid medical insurance (at least in the US), no paid vacations (you have to take work with you when you go elsewhere), the ever-present fear of bill collections in a lull between completing a project and getting paid because you don’t get a regular paycheck. I understand those things. It’s simply unfortunate, from my perspective, that these difficulties make working at home such an impractical choice for people who feel underappreciated or underpaid even when they do work normal hours attempting to live up to expectations they might never meet. Yes, working at home brings in a whole slew of headaches completely unrelated to working from home, but personally, I can’t help but be just a bit envious.

I’m going to stop depressing myself and get a mug of hot cocoa. Because one of the benefits of work involving home, be it at or from, is easy access to marshmallows.

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