In which Lee and Miller still do not allow fanfic of their work

We have said this many, many times in the past; and I’m kind of sick of the whole topic, but apparently we have to renew our stance on Liaden (and other Lee-and-Miller and Lee and Miller) fanfic every so often because the wiki entry where we’re supposed to listed among those authors who do not sanction fanfic of their work, I dunno, disappears from the web?  Or people think we’ll change our minds and stop being so mean?  Ot they just don’t care what stupid authors say? or. . .something.

So!  No — that’s NO, the opposite of yes — we do not sanction fanfic of our work.  Don’t do it.

Thank you.

The fine print:  Yes, I do realize that I can’t stop you from doing whatever the hell you want to do, that the pie is large, the author got it wrong and, and, and…As I’ve said, we’ve been ’round this barn more than once, I’ve heard the reasons and the justifications.  I do think, however, that, if you really, really really love an author’s work so much that you can’t stop thinking about their characters and their world, you could respect the author’s wishes with regard to that work.

And if you can’t do that, then I really think less of you.

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All the poor soldiers are weary

In which several points are addressed, in no particular order, and with no particular connection.

1.  Have you pre-ordered your signed/personalized copy of Dragon in Exile from Uncle Hugo’s Science Fiction Bookstore yet?  Time’s a-wastin’.  Here’s a link to background and instructions.

2.  Sharon Lee and Steve Miller are writers.  We are published by Baen Books. We are not horses, and we are not in “Baen’s Stable.”  You may think it means “all of the writers who are published by Baen” — and you would be wrong.  A human stable is understood to mean a group of people who have been trained, or who work for, a particular team or organization. Writers are trained by many, and they are self-employed.

3.  Pursuant to 2, above, we have nothing to say (and have therefore said nothing) on the topics of sick and unhappy canines, as they have Nothing to do With Us.  Sadly, some. . .outraged persons who are unable to make fine distinctions, have decided to make Grand Gestures, such as refusing to review all Baen Books, because they feel that Baen Books is the architect of the present silly shenanigans of a few. . . very loud authors.  If you see fewer reviews of our work, this may be the reason why.

4.  There is apparently more than enough Stupid to go around.  This does not mean you have to take a handful of Stupid out of the box when it comes to you.

5.  Eric Flint has written a cogent and sane piece about awards, and, coincidentally, the history of the SF/F genre, and the SF community.  It is the long view from someone who has been in the field for longer than five years, and who has taken the time to understand the field, and the community.  Well worth a read.  It is a lengthy essay, but take it in shifts, if you need to.  Here’s your link.

6.  Yes, Korval’s Game has been out of print for about a year.  How clever of you to notice!  The good news is that it’s being reprinted by Baen this month, and should be available soon.  Now!  It used to be that the distributors would let indie bookstores know when a backordered book was reprinted, but apparently they don’t do that, anymore.  So — if you would share this happy news with your favorite indie bookstore, the next time you’re in, you’d be doing everyone a good turn.

7.  Today’s blog title comes from “The Banks of Sicily.”  Here’s one link     AND!  Here’s another

Sooper Trooper rockin' the red basket
Sooper Trooper rockin’ the red basket

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?

 

And in Archers Beach

Frequent auditors of this blog will perhaps recall that, in addition to my work with Steve in the Liaden Universe®, I’ve written a contemporary fantasy trilogy* set in a partly fictional Maine beach town called Archers Beach.

Archers Beach is, of course, based on Old Orchard Beach — a real Maine beach town and one of the state’s prime tourist attractions.

For those coming in late, there’s an Archers Beach photo album here (I’m told Pinterest has taken to mangling the pictures for non-Pinterest members, which strikes me as. . .rude, and, yes, before anyone says so, I should move the pictures to Some Other, More Inclusive Place, which I’ll surely do after I’ve finished all the things in-queue ahead of it).

Now, the problem with the above album (setting aside Pinterest) is that all the pictures are taken during clement weather:  High Season, Pre-Season, After-Season.  I don’t get to the ocean in High Winter, mostly because I’m usually snowed in here in the center of the state, and so that Season has bee unrepresented, until now.

The Portland Press Herald has put together a very nice video of Old Orchard Beach in the winter.  Be sure your speakers are turned on, so you can hear the wind moving against the carousel’s storm doors.  Here’s your link.

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*Carousel Tides, Carousel Sun, Carousel Seas, available at fine bookstores everywhere, including Uncle Hugo’s; in ebook editions from Baen, and the Usual Suspects; and as audiobooks, from Audible.

Eye candy

This just in from Madame the Editor.

-- art by David Mattingly
— art by David Mattingly

This is the eighteenth novel detailing the adventures of Clan Korval and other residents of the Liaden Universe®.

The hardcover will be in bookstores in June 2015.  For those who treasure a passion for eArcs, count backward four months from June for your probable release date.  No word yet on whether there will be an audiobook edition.

 

More news as it becomes available.

In which it’s elevenish o’clock and all is well

Except for the part where I burned my tongue because I was Far Too Eager for my first shot of caffeine.  Hey!  An excuse to eat ice cream!

I did the annual appointment thing at the women’s health care, which has changed its name and moved since last year.  The young lady at the reception desk couldn’t tell me why Suite 204 was on the first floor, across from Room 104, but otherwise questions were asked, answers were answered, and examination was performed — and yet another of those clean bills of health was handed out.  Yay, clean bill!

After the appointment, I went to gym, and so to home, to find that a! box! had arrived during my absence, which Steve had resisted opening until I was back so we could open it together.

Here’s what was in the box:

Secrets with cat and feet. Photo by Steve Miller
Secrets with cat and feet.
Photo by Steve Miller

Amazon seems to think this is a November 26 release; the copyright page in the book owns up to a December publication, so!  Soon! this will be in a store near you.

Shortly after I got home, the mail arrived, including! my fleece robe.  Of course, you realize what this means?

Exactly.  Steve can now have his fleece robe back — and not a moment too soon.  It’s starting to get seriously nippy on the overnights.

There’s some stuff I need to do today, but there are no Super Crush Deadlines on deck.  Which is a good thing.  I do — really — have to go through the basket on my desk that the cats allow me to put my things in, and sort out what’s in there, on the low-but-not-impossible-chance that there’s something I need to take care of hidden among the catalogs.

One of the things I will do is finish Good Omens, since I failed to do so last night.  In fact, I may go see if there’s any coffee left in the pot, and do that now.

What’re you doing today that’s fun?

 

Mail call

So today’s mail brings three catalogs, HearthSong, Woolwich, and American Girl, by which the scariest, by far is American Girl, the most interesting is HearthSong, and the most useful is Woolwich.

Interestingly enough, the American Girl catalog (which horrifies me) and the HearthSong catalog (which pleases me greatly) have an item in common:  A ceiling tent made of sparkly semi-see-through material.  They differ in detail — the American Girl tent included pillows and was blue-and-silver; the HearthSong tent was a seasonal orange with green trim, and came with a cluster of led lights, also in orange and green, to hang at the apex of the tent; pillows not included.

Now, I just might have to get me one of these.  JoAnn’s, after all, sells sparkly material of all kinds, and I can get a knock-off HulaHoop at the Dollar Store — led lights, too.  Pillows are easy; in fact, I probably have enough pillows on-hand,  just need some bright covers.  Mmmmm, pillow corner.

Of course, after I made it, it would be preempted by the cats, but still. . . pillow corner.

Today’s mail also brings the signing checks for the Atlantis Verlag German edition of Carpe Diem, by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, which is not only pleasing, but well-timed.

On the Actually Writing front, I’m about half-way through the Archers Beach short story commissioned for the Baen website.  Not at all the story I thought I was going to write last year, when I signed the contract, but a good story; I’m pleased with voice, character, and direction.  With luck and a tailwind, I’ll finish it today, then let it sit a couple days before rereading and revising.  And coming up with a title, of course.

First, though, I need to go into town and take care of some errands.

Here, have some cat pictures to keep you company while I’m gone:

I have mentioned before Scrabble’s considerable choreographic skills. I’m pleased to report that she has a new dance under construction.

Dance under construction
Dance under construction

Yesterday was, of course, Royal Justice Day.  Here we have Princess Jasmine Sprite ready to hear the commoners:

Princess Sprite at work
Princess Sprite at work

 

Cover artist needs our help

OK!  Asyouknowbob, David Mattingly will be doing the cover art for Dragon in Exile.

Today, he wrote to us asking for help with descriptions.  Most of them, Steve and I will need to do, since the characters/situations are unique to this novel

However!

He also needs physical descriptions of Val Con and Miri, who have been described many times in. . .books that David hasn’t read, because — while he’s illustrated five novels for us, he started, as it were, with Theo.

So this is your chance to go through the Liaden books that have already been published and find your favorite description of Miri and of Val Con.

Gentlefolk!  Start your engines!

 

This is a catch-up post, including a Link of Interest

First of all, there’s been a scheduling change.  Due to my protracted and debilitating bout of depression, the delivery date for First of Five has been moved to September 2014.  (I’m telling the truth, here.  If the truth makes you uncomfortable, then please replace “depression” in the foregoing sentence with “illness,” and feel comfy again.  I had thought of using “illness,” but then I read this article in our local paper, and I realized all over again that mental health issues are never going to be dealt with on par with other serious illnesses as long as “depressed/bipolar=crazy, scary, and completely unreliable in every aspect of life, forever and always” is a convenient equation for lawyers, and that it falls to those of us who suffer from these illnesses to be truthful about it.)

Also!  I am behind on my email.  I think at this point it’s safe to say that I will never, ever in this lifetime catch up on my email.  If you have sent me something that I must deal with else Babies Will Die, please resend, and I will do my damnedest to cope.  If you have sent me something below that level of urgency, I thank you very much for your interest, and your care.

For those who have not seen the news, there is a new story up at Splinter Universe, “Roving Gambler.”  Here’s your link.  Also, “The Rifle’s First Wife” is still up, so read it while it’s free.  Here’s that link.

Fans of Jasmine Sprite, Princess of the Night, sometimes called both Bubbles and Boopsie, though she answers to nothing save the moople of the Trooper and the siren hiss of The String…Sprite went to see her fan club at the vet’s office yesterday.  She now weighs fifteen pounds, and enjoys robust good health.  The trip to the vet was necessitated by a drippy eye (she has had eye infections in the past, and we didn’t wish to Take a Chance).  An examination revealed that someone might have clocked her one (not impossible, given her. . .enthusiastic interest. . . in the lives and doings of all of her subjects, but most especially Scrabble, who is Endlessly Fascinating), or she came up against some other irritant.  There’s no scratch on the cornea, nor any infection.  She came home with Soothing Eye Drops, which she is astonishingly good about accepting, and the situation is improving already.

Fans of Mozart will wish to know that he continues to Take an Interest in the Daffodils, and will occasionally play a short game of Twizler from the comfort of his hammock, when he is awake, which isn’t very often.  He continues to require a regimen of Special Gooshy Food, which he is more than willing to share with Trooper, and which is kinda not the point of the exercise.  The grandcats continue to be very respectful of grandpa, checking in several times a day, and cleaning his ears and the top of his head for him, as required.

A Reader of Liad has undertaken to read all of the Liaden stories and novels extant to date, in order, and chat about them.  (Full disclosure:  Paul told me about his intention to pursue this project before he started and I was. . .appalled probably doesn’t overstate my reaction.  I have since taken a look at what he’s doing, now that the project is fully underway, and have adjusted my reaction from appalled to interested.)  If you are interested in reading along, or have insights to offer, or are just curious, the project is Reading LiadHere’s your link.

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Progress on One of Five
57,004/100,000
OR
57% completed

He grinned, to show he got it, and offered a piece of street smart.
“Contracts’re made to be broken.”