Irony 101: Freelance Income

This may sound funny, but we had a really good year last year, income-wise. As a result, Steve and I are now brainstorming ideas to produce cash flow.

It isn’t that we’re not making some money — or at least that we have made money — but. . .royalty money comes in lumps we can’t predict and at times we can predict only in broad strokes. This is the freelancer’s problem — the Federal Government wants everyone to have predictable lives that fit into predictable boxes for income tax and healthcare purposes.

This means, among other things, that no lucky writing year goes unpunished.

For example, we got a really nice royalty check in late December that meant we had to (after we finished dancing around the kitchen, because wooHOO, look at that check!):  1) spend $ thousands to “repay” the ACA for health coverage that would have been subsidized if the check had arrived a mere eight days later;  2) we had to pay a substantial penalty to the IRS for having guessed wrong as to the amount and timing of our total annual income (and thus the amount of our quarterly tax payments); and 3) we had to cancel our planned, and greatly anticipated, attendance at this year’s worldcon.

This is the freelance reality: There’s just there’s no way for us to know the amount (if any) of royalties ahead of time.

A more even and more constant cash flow would help against these gotchas, especially at a time we’re looking to move and get things settled down. In fact, it would have been really good if we could have managed to move last year.  Since that didn’t work out, that evening of cash flow has become even more important since the $12,000 worth of repayments and penalties cuts down our available down payment options this year.

Now, we do have some Splinters that will be going up on Splinter Universe, as time permits (please watch for them!) but. . .I feel we’re going to have to do better than that in the long run, something more long term and predictable.

Some folks we talk to have suggested that we set up a Patreon account (for those who don’t know what Patreon is, here’s Elizabeth Bear’s page, and here’s Ursula Vernon’s and here’s C.E. Murphy’s — as examples).

I’d like to know what people think of the Patreon idea, since Steve and I are of mixed minds.

I will note that some kind folks have put Splinter Universe on a weekly or monthly payment schedule, via PayPal, and by personal check, which is very much the same sort of support — and which we appreciate very much.

So, really — what do y’all think of the Patreon idea? Does anyone have any other ideas regarding how we should approach this (going back to college, getting my medical degree and discovering a cure for brain cancer is, I think, not going to be a viable plan, this far out)?

Thanks for listening.

Books read in 2015

12.  Chanur’s Homecoming, C.J. Cherryh  ((re-read, read out loud with Steve)
11.  The Kif Strike Back, C.J. Cherryh (re-read, read out loud with Steve)
10.  Why Kings Confess, C.S. Harris
9.  Chanur’s Venture, C.J. Cherryh (re-read, read out loud with Steve) (Note:  the publisher’s note at the end of the book states that the next-in-series is Chanur’s Revenge. This is false. The next-in-series is The Kif Strike Back, which we will begin tonight.)
8.  Angels’ Blood, Nalini Singh (read out loud with Steve)
7.  The Pride of Chanur, C.J. Cherryh (re-read, read out loud with Steve)
6.  What Darkness Brings, C.S. Harris
5. When Maidens Mourn, C.S. Harris
4.  Where Shadows Dance, C.S. Harris
3.  What Remains of Heaven, C.S. Harris
2.  Where Serpents Sleep, C.S. Harris
1.  When Gods Die, C.S. Harris

In which March has not gotten the memo re “lamb”

It’s snowing here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.  I hold Steve and the plowguy equally at fault.

Steve for putting the roof rake away in the basement yesterday.

The plowguy for delivering his bill on Saturday, with the announcement that, even if it did snow again, he was done for this winter.

In other news, there was money in the mailbox this morning, which is a good thing, even when not viewed through the lens of the plowguy’s bill.  (Which, let there be no mistake, he earned.)  Hopefully, this small infusion of cash is But the Harbinger of many more, and larger, infusions of cash.  Note to Self:  Light a candle to Saint Expedite.  Timing is Going to Be Everything with cash this year.

I will say these two things regarding the ACA:  1.  It was. . .comforting to know that we had real health insurance last year, that actually paid for things.  2. Boy, does it not Play Nice with the way freelancers are paid.

Single payer.  Single payer.  Single payer.

Sigh.

In other news, work proceeds on Alliance of Equals — bet you thought I’d forgotten all about Alliance of Equals, hadn’t you?  Work also proceeds on moving house before it snows again, two acts of Greater Imagination that aren’t necessarily compatible.

The cats remain endlessly fascinating.  Trooper has been, cautiously — one might say, respectfully — moving to occupy those Spots that had been Identified as Good by Mozart.  One of those is the cat hammock in the front window.  Another is my  Mozart’s Scrabble’s  THE rocking chair in my office.  The other — is interesting.

In the last couple years, Mozart had taken up a position under my desk, on the UPS, or against the wall (one of the coldest walls in my office, being the outside end wall, without a baseboard heater on it) on top of various wires.  I tried to talk him out of it, but he was adamant, so I finally admitted defeat and put a floofy blanket in the spot over the wires and kind of skooched up the wall, so he could lean his shoulder on something vaguely warm.

When Mozart left us, I took the (in my eyes, temporary) floofy blanket up, and didn’t replace it.

The other day, though, I (thoughtlessly, as you will soon see) put the blue file crate that contains the Working Papers for Alliance of Equals in that spot.  Trooper, who, up until that moment, had ignored the former spot under the desk, immediately leapt down from the rocker, chattered at me, climbed behind the file crate, chattered some more and made shift to fit himself into the tiny, tiny space that was left there, just to show his willingness to Work With Me, but Really, Mom, this is pretty small, yanno. . .

Sprite came in to see what all the palaver was about, instantly recognized the problem and in a show of solidarity climbed onto the UPS.

So, I moved the file crate.  And, in the days since my first thoughtless violation of Established Cat Space, every day, Trooper and Sprite have made it a point to spend some time in that space, even though there’s no floofy blanket there.  Yet.

Yes, I do expect a letter from the Committee Cat regarding this incident, but by that time, I will have capitulated and put the blanket back.

And so, to work.

And if California slides into the ocean, like the mystics and statistics say it will

Today did not start well.  I woke up with a headache so bad sunlight felt like lances through my brain, and Steve sounded like he was shouting when he was speaking in a perfectly normal tone of voice.  So, back to bed, with help from the feline nursing corps.  Managed to sleep most of it off, and finally addressed my email at a Late Hour, to find a note from the ACA stating that they had not received documentation I had compiled and mailed in February, and therefore my health insurance would be cut off in May.

Phone call to the ACA, and the eventual verdict that the paperwork had been received, but hadn’t been processed,  yet.  Also treated to a mild lecture about how this affliction would not have come upon me if I had just uploaded my paperwork to the ACA website.  I did not laugh hysterically, but told her that the reason I’d sent paper was because I couldn’t find where to upload my paperwork on the website.  Got tour.  Ghod bless them, they do hide it in the basement, don’t they?  But, four screens in, yep — there it was.  So now I know.

Which of course begs the question of what the manymanymany people in this country who do not have computers or access to a secure computer are supposed to do, if uploading is the New Black, but since I’m clearly not one of them, the question remains unasked.

Steve is making stirfry for dinner, which sounds lovely.  Hoping to shake the rest of the headache with a hearty application of chicken and mushrooms, after which I will go to work.

Trooper’s fans will be pleased to know that he went to the vet yesterday for his 2-year distemper shot, wearing the cat harness and leash like, well…a Trooper.  Note to self:  teach Trooper to walk on the leash, because — While he was at the vet’s he was of course weighed.  Ladies and Gentlebeings, we have ourselves seventeen-point-one pounds of Very Solid Coon Cat here.

Sprite weighed 15 pounds when she had her vaccine a couple months back, for a grand total of just over 32 pounds of Feline in two adorable packages.

And!  In the I’ve-gotta-get-me-some-of-these front, on Facebook Mindy Hunter pointed out this TED talk on “Shiftables.”  Clearly, someone’s been reading Lee and Miller.

Today’s blog post title brought to you by Warren Zevon, “Desperadoes Under the Eaves.”

Monday, Monday; so good to me

So, it was a writing and packing weekend, here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.  We have not sold the house; the packing involved getting a Bunch of Old Stuff out of the file cabinets and into boxes, which will hopefully and eventually wander off to an archive.  If not, they’ll be dumped, because I’m not moving this stuff; it’s of no further use to us, and! if we do eventually move, my ideal is to have a writing space that is not only phone-free, but has the bare minimum of file cabinets.  By which I mean one.

So, that.

In related news, besides generating some of my own, I have answered All the Emails.  If you were expecting an reply from me and don’t have anything in your inbox, now is the time to resend.

Over the weekend, our accountant called us with the news that we owed the various governmental agencies taxes, which was surely no surprise.  The surprise was how much money in taxes we owed.  Ow.  And sigh.  Just when I start thinking that taking 33% off the top of each and every check we receive really is overkill. . .the method is vindicated.

It’s a bright and very cold day here in Central Maine.  The icicles are leaping off of the roof.  I intend to stay in, with the internet turned off, and get some work done.

Hope everybody’s having a lovely Monday.

Lee & Miller history lesson re “crowd funding”

Most of y’all know this story.  Generally, I’m putting it here for those who have heard a garbled version, or who are justifying something they want to do by convincing themselves that we did that thing, and so it’s OK for them to do it.

In general, I’m not comfortable with being a justification for the actions and decisions of anybody else.  I mean, jeez, if you wanna do something, do it, and see what happens.  Though, I don’t — I really don’t — think it’s a good idea to quit your day-job and ask your friends to support you while you “try this writing thing,” if you don’t already have publishing experience, and a reader base.

Anyway.

Once upon a time, ‘way back in the last half of the 20th century, Sharon Lee and Steve Miller were working day-jobs and writing on the side, as one does.  We had collaborated on, and sold to a magazine called Fantasy Book, two short stories about a not-very-bright, if well-meaning, accidental wizard by the name of Kinzel.  The editor was very encouraging about the stories, asking for more of this, please, so we wrote a third in the series, and sent it off, feeling like we had a sure sale.

Lesson the First:  There are no sure sales.

The story came back by return mail, with a form letter attached, that said (paraphrased): Fantasy Book has gone on hiatus, due to lack of funds.  Just as soon as we have funding, we’ll let all our writers know.

That was in 1985.  Fantasy Book is still on hiatus.

Well, that was a disappointment, to say the least.

Now, for those who were born since those Halcyon Days of Yore, I will just mention here that home computers, cell phones, tablets, and the like did not always exist.  In fact, desktop computers were just starting to become available to regular people, and, courtesy of our advance money for Agent of Change, purchased in 1985 by Del Rey Books (an imprint of Random House), we had a Kaypro so-called portable computer and a 9-pin printer.  The Kaypro computer had an internal 300-baud modem, and we were members of several Baltimore (we were living in Baltimore, Maryland at the time.  In fact, we were both born in Baltimore, Maryland, in the 1950s.  No, I never rode a dinosaur to school.) area computer bulletin boards (computer bulletin boards were pre-internet chat and (sometimes) group game systems).  We were on Midnight, KC’s Place, and. . .(memory fails:  Fallen Angel ran the place, that’s all I remember.  Lovely woman.  ‘Til Dawn, maybe it was called.). . .all of which were heavily messaged-based.  There was quite a tight-knit community of BBS users, and one night, Steve was “talking” about the Fantasy Book situation, and the fact that we had an orphaned third story in a “trilogy” and no other magazine was likely to take it, when one of his correspondents said, “Why not publish it yourself?”

“Takes money,” said Steve.

. . .and two days later, when we went to the post office to collect our mail, among the advertisers and the bills was an envelope containing two $20 bills, and a note that said, “Toward publishing your fantasy stories.”

Steve had the skills to do layout, having worked for several newspapers in several capacities.  He did the figuring — how many pages to publish not just the third, but all three Kinzel stories, got the quote from the printer, added in probable postage, asked Colleen Doran how much she would need to draw us a cover, and put the whole package before the BBS community:  This is how much it would cost to get this done, and everyone who donates — I forget.  $5? — to the project will get a copy of the finished chapbook.

Donations — I kid you not — poured in, we produced the book, friends from the community came over to our house to help us collate and saddlestitch it (we saved money by doing that part ourselves, rather than having the printer put the book together), we mailed them to subscribers, and!

That was our very first crowd-funded project.

Historic touchstone:  Agent of Change was published as a paperback original by Del Rey Books in February 1988; Conflict of Honors, was published as a Del Rey paperback original in July 1988; Carpe Diem was published as a paperback original in October 1989, as a Del Rey paperback original.  In 1991, I guess, Del Rey rejected the option book, and our editor there told us we were has-been writers.

We continued to write, though nobody bought our stuff, and we worked day-jobs to keep cats and house together.  I was a copy editor on night-side news at the local daily.  Steve was childrens librarian at the Oakland Public Library.  I was office manager for a wastewater service company; Steve did sales in a computer store.  I was executive director of SFWA.  Steve was internet librarian for a dot.com that went bust. You know the drill.

Around 1995,  SRM Publisher, Ltd. came into being, and?  Most of our 25 chapbooks, three trade paperbacks, and two hardcovers, were pre-funded by subscription — crowd-funded, if you will.

Then — we’re still in the 20th Century, now — Del Rey Books having dropped us, though, as I said, we continued to write — we got a call from Stephen Pagel, who was starting a publishing company called Meisha Merlin.  The idea behind the company was to reprint “underpublished” books — by which Stephe (that’s what he called himself, “Stephe,” and that’s how he spelled it; not a typo, OK?  A man can decide what he wants to be called and how it’s spelled) meant mostly 1970s and 1980s paperback originals that had been read to literal pieces and were now out of print, so people couldn’t replace their worn-out, much-loved books.

NOTE for those who were born into another time:  Ebooks existed at this time, but, since ereaders with nice resolution did not, nobody wanted to buy them.

So, Stephe at Meisha Merlin had heard good things about our three novels, and wanted to reprint them, if the rights were available.

Well, not only were the rights available, we had five more books (we’d continued to write, remember?) in series ready to go, and Stephe — for good or ill — purchased them on the spot.

Plan B, the fourth novel in the Liaden Universe® was published by Meisha Merlin in February 1999; our last book with Meisha Merlin — Crystal Dragon — was published in February 2006.  By that time, we were full-time writers, and earning more than the day-jobs had ever paid us.

Right around the time of Crystal Dragon’s publication, Meisha Merlin stopped paying us, and by the winter of 2006, we here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory were. . .in serious financial straits, barely afloat, despite the income that SRM was still bringing in.

Obviously, we needed to do Something, and in the end, we did three things.

1.  I went — as my colleagues there charmingly put it — “back to work” as a secretary in the History Department at Colby College.

2.  Steve and I put together the first five chapters of a Liaden book we called Fledgling, about a never-before-seen character, Theo Waitley, and announced to the interwebs that we would be posting the first chapter, free for anyone to read, on January 7?, 2007.  The next chapter would be posted when we had collected $300 in donations.  We further promised that anyone who donated $25 or more would receive a hard copy of the novel, if one were ever published.  (At that point, like the Kinzel stories, we figured we would publish the book ourselves.)

NOTE:  Kickstarter did not exist at this point.  In a sense, we pioneered the Kickstarter model in science fiction publishing.

3.  We asked our agent to send two active proposals for fantasy novels, to Baen Books, who had picked up the erights (which we owned) to the (then) 10 existing Liaden novels.

Number 1 above covered our health insurance, and brought in a modest amount of money, bi-weekly.

Fledgling did very well for us; and the following year we wrote the second Theo book, Saltation, in the same manner.

Baen purchased the two fantasy novels — Duainfey and Longeye.

In due time, Baen picked up the rights to publish both Theo books — and, the rights having finally been recovered from the smoking wreckage of Meisha Merlin — new Liaden titles, as well.

We are now full-time writers; I quit my day-job in the summer of 2011, because the loss of opportunities it caused outweighed the benefits it produced.  We will in May turn in our. . .twelfth novel to Baen books.  Our entire backlist is currently in print, as books, ebooks, and audiobooks.

. . .I think that’s it.  Who has questions?

 

He’s got a real good job and his shirt and tie look nice

Thanks to everyone who expressed wishes for my full return to health, and to those who wanted to make sure that I know what a “woman’s heart attack” is.  In fact, I had gone to the doctor expecting to hear that I was having a heart attack, but I got lucky.  And!  Over the weekend I got to get in some extra reading.  Twice lucky.

Here at the Confusion Factory, work goes forth at a lesser speed than one would like, but. . .forward is good.  The marked-up pages of the page proofs for Dragon in Exile went into the FedEx box this morning, and should arrive at the publisher’s office tomorrow, so that’s one thing done.  Those who read the eArc will be pleased to know that Mr. Prithee did not escape the copy editor, and I have renewed my Solemn Oath to never again to employ a character whose name includes a final S.

Yeah, right.

We are today in the second day of a windstorm with winds hitting 47 miles per hour in our section of Maine, upwards of 53 miles per hour at my Favorite Weather Station Ever, Matinicus Rock, and plunging our sunny day from an actual temp of 19F (-7C) to a perceived temp of 2F (-17C).  I will just mention that’s 2 above zero, which must also be acknowledged as progress in a forwarder direction.

The wind is supposed to die down on the overnight, say the weatherbeans.  Of course, that was their story last night.  As it happens, I’m in favor of the wind falling, since Steve and I chose tomorrow to try again to reach the southern marches, which we failed to achieve in February due to minus 26F (-32C).  Tomorrow, we’re looking for 31F (-0C) and sunny, so the journey ought to be perfectly doable.

What’re y’all doing tomorrow that’s going to be fun?

 

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She believes that life is made up of all that you’re used to

So, Friday the 13th; the second Friday the 13th in a row.

I woke up with my back aching, a little, and in an unusual place.  We here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory know all about low back pain, but this was. . .higher.  In accordance  with my Usual Procedures in re back pain, I swallowed a couple aspirin and took myself to town to run errands (among which was purchasing make-up, something I do…seldom.  Boy, has makeup changed.  Though I did see a eyebrow stencil.  Haven’t seen one of those since my grandmother’s vanity.  But I digress.)

By the time I got home, the back pain was. . .annoying.  I took another couple aspirin and lay down on a heating pad for 45 minutes before the afternoon meal, only to find when I arose to eat that the pain. . .was worse.

A lot worse.

And I now had additional pain, in my right arm, plus I was also slightly sick to my stomach.  We consulted.  Steve called my doctor, because by this point, the pain in my back was shooting off fireworks of more intense pain utilizing a playlist of its own devising, and it was all I could do to stay upright.

The doctor’s office gave us a 4:00 appointment and we arrived in some disorder, Steve driving.  In due time, I was examined, several possibilities were dismissed for the moment, though held in reserve, in case of This or That manifesting.

Muscle relaxants and pain medicine were prescribed, and filled, and taken with dispatch.

I spent the rest of Friday afternoon on my back on the heating pad, listening to my mp3 player, which was a lifesaver, since it turned out that I had misjudged the number of T3 I ought take — I have never in the past needed more than one to get any pain down to a manageable level — and so prolonged my period of pain.  I took two T3 when the second hit was allowed, and more muscle relaxants, listened to Steve read the next chapter of The Kif Strike Back, and so to sleep, surrounded by coon cats.

Yesterday was pretty much sitting in the big blue chair, dozing-reading-dozing, and the early part of today, also.  I believe the situation is now under control — and I have a whole new level of pain to use as a benchmark.

This afternoon, I’m going to show up at the work-in-progress and see if, indeed, my brain has recovered from his brief fling with narcotics.

In other news!

It’s snowing in East Winslow.

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Books read in 2015

10.  Why Kings Confess, C.S. Harris
9.  Chanur’s Venture, C.J. Cherry (re-read, read out loud with Steve) (Note:  the publisher’s note at the end of the book states that the next-in-series is Chanur’s Revenge. This is false. The next-in-series is The Kif Strike Back, which we will begin tonight.)
8.  Angels’ Blood, Nalini Singh (read out loud with Steve)
7.  The Pride of Chanur, C.J. Cherryh (re-read, read out loud with Steve)
6.  What Darkness Brings, C.S. Harris
5. When Maidens Mourn, C.S. Harris
4.  Where Shadows Dance, C.S. Harris
3.  What Remains of Heaven, C.S. Harris
2.  Where Serpents Sleep, C.S. Harris
1.  When Gods Die, C.S. Harris

Inquiring author wants to know

In your opinion, what is the:

Darkest Liaden book?

Lightest Liaden book?

Please show your work, by which I mean, explain your choice.

NOTE:  Since the eArc of Dragon in Exile is available and some folks have read it, it may be nominated for either of the above categories.  HOWEVER, since the official publication date is not yet upon us, please, if you do nominate DiE, leave a spoiler space before your explanation, out of compassion for those who wait for the retail release.  Thanks.