My friend, Austin Farmer, generously produced this video interview just before everything went crazy with the Covid-19 lockdown. Good timing, as I was supposed to be using this time to schedule in -person events like book signings.
I’m currently an unpublished author, or a formerly published author. I’ll be published again in May 2020, so maybe I’m “an author with credentials on hiatus?” That’s the one. Really, rolls off the tongue.
Once the second round of ChiZine tea began to spill, continuing the relationship was no longer an option. I can forgive financial incompetence (I’ve been there), but I won’t tolerate a bully. And as their characters were exposed, what I thought of as fiscal unfitness was malicious intent. ChiZine was a small press and also a scam. Grant checks were cashed, authors weren’t paid.
And worst of all,
friends were exploited and abused.
But that’s their stories to tell. My size, distance, and gender protected me from any of that. Or so I thought. My royalty statements were the only sales numbers I’ve received on Picking Up the Ghost. Based on this information, my book was a bomb, even by small press standards. Less than a third of its 1000 unit print run. But ChiZine’s probably been underreporting sales. In that case, it’s possible that I’ve sold over 800 paperbacks and who knows how many in digital and audio. It’s not, Harry Potter money, but it’s better than I thought. Whether or not this was their intention, I’ve been gaslit into thinking I’m a failure.
I want publishers to be transparent to their authors; on sales, numbers of units sold, and by net and gross income. How hard can it be to provide authors with a web portal where they can check these numbers? The person cutting the check shouldn’t be the only person who can cast eyes on the ledger. How about it, publishing industry? Can you do that for us?
I…don’t know if I’ve ever done this before; written the back cover copy for a novel. If I did, it would have been for Picking Up the Ghost and that feels like ages ago.
Lotta stress here. There’s a lot of sales riding on how enticing I can make this sales pitch in under 250 words. Here’s the current draft. What do you think?
Welcome to the Strip. A world of spies and subtle, specialized, and sometimes sloppy psychic powers. Its existence kept secret, even from other secret agents.
Doctor Ken Park, Korean-American psychologist, leads six psychic agents called Cards. They handle esoteric threats the Department of Homeland Security cannot.
Sent to Africa to retrieve an old Soviet psychotronic device. One that turns prayers into suffering. The team finds the Faith Machine in the hands of a demented warlord. But fail to stop him from slaughtering hundreds of innocents while the machine burns. Park and his team return to the States in disgrace and under attack by the mysterious Casemen.
Cut off from command and each other, the scattered agents run west to their safe house. The FBI attempts to arrest them, and the Chinese try to interrogate them, with the Casemen always one step ahead. On the way, they discover the true threat. There’s another Faith Machine. One more powerful and destined to bring hell on earth.
The Faith Machine, an ESPionage novel written in the spirit of TV’s Legion and the MIND MGMT graphic novels.
Dr Ken Park, a Korean-American spy with a PhD in psychology finds himself in over his head when his team of agents with psychic powers is sent to Africa to recover the Faith Machine, a Soviet psychotronic device that turns prayers into suffering.
While I’m working with the editor, I’m building an audience for The Faith Machine and the ESPionage RPG for Fate Core. I filed a Freedom of Information Act request with the CIA for their files on Project Stargate and received a DVD with over 12,000 TIF files.
Some of these documents are hundreds of pages long.
That’ll keep me busy.
I intend to start scouring through these documents for interesting bits that I can serialize in blog posts, a podcast, or on YouTube. Maybe all three.
I tried and failed at NaNoWriMo last month. That’s fine, most experiments fail. I went in hoping for a kick start on the third novel, Alejandro’s Ocean a post time travel story about feeling unappreciated. 3100 words in and the problems were pretty clear:
The backstory was more interesting than the story itself.
The supporting cast was a collection of stick figures.
What little I had, was written toward a theme.
The consequences of rejecting the outlining process and of putting theme before character and plot. Lesson learned. It’s outlines from here on out, and actions will make the message. This book isn’t for me to write. On to the next one.
With The Faith Machine and the ESPionage property I draw a lot from the weird history of Cold War parapsychology. US agencies like Stargate Project, MKUltra, and the First Earth Battalion are the backbone of the setting and inspired my own creations; Project Dead Blind, MKIntra, and Task Force 21. And then there’s Russia; the land of literal and uninspired nomenclature. According to Parapsychology in the USSR, released by the CIA in 2000, there was The Russian Society for Experimental Psychology in 1870, the Institute for Brain Research in 1921, and the Special Laboratory for Parapsychology founded under the Soviets in 1961. Yawn. There’s an unposted appendix of 27 other Soviet institutes conducting paranormal research. I filed a Freedom of Information Act request for this list, but I don’t have high hopes that there’s any flair on that list. The only cool espionage name the Soviets ever came up with was SMERCH which stands for ‘Death to Spies.’