S.G. Browne

Diary of a writing-deprived writer

Eleven days since my last blog entry.

Who has time to write?

I’m preparing to attend the World Horror Convention., which people who aren’t in the horror community hear as the World Whore Convention.  I mean, come on.  It’s Salt Lake City.  Not Las Vegas.

But with all the preparation and the fact that I have to hold down a regular job and create a web presence on MySpace and FaceBook and put together a web site specifically tailored for Breathers, I haven’t had time to even think about writing, let alone put pen to paper.

And yes, when I’m mobile, I still prefer to write longhand.  I’m old school that way.  Makes me feel more connected to the writing process.  I obviously use a computer to do the significant portion of my writing, and I can’t exactly blog by hand, but I will continue to eschew laptops for as long as possible.  Which, I realize, may not be that much longer.

Modern technology, in general, I tend to eschew.  I have no TiVo.  No HDTV.  No Blue Ray.  I don’t even have full cable.  Just the basic limited, but I still get the Sci-Fi channel and TV Land, so I can watch Eureka and reruns of The X-Files and MASH.

I don’t have a PDA or a Blackberry or access to my e-mail via my cell phone.  I don’t even own a microwave.  But I do have an iPod shuffle, which I just realized I forgot to pack.

Okay.  I’m off to Salt Lake City to network and schmooze and read my entry into the Gross Out Contest, which is about a zombie gigolo and his unemblamed clients.  If you ask me, there’s nothing more romantic than two decaying zombies having maggot-infested sex.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Filed under: Just Blogging — S.G. Browne @ 8:11 am

A Virgin Post

So here it is. The first official post. The post-contract-signing, pre-book-delivery entry into my newborn website’s blog.

I have to say that signing the contract for Breathers was both daunting and thrilling. The first two times I read through the 13 pages of the contract, I was looking for all of the questions I had and the legal ramifications of what I was about to do. After all, it’s not often you sign away the rights to something you’ve created.

And while I know that 7.5% is the standard royalty rate for trade paperback, especially for a first-time novelist, it’s an odd feeling to sign over the North American print rights of your creation knowing that 92.5% of the gross sales will be going to someone else.

But the third time I read through the contract, it finally sunk in what I was about to do. I was about to sign a contract for Breathers, the first step toward publication and the realization of a dream more than 15 years in the making. So the third time, I smiled and laughed a lot. And then I signed the contract.

People keep asking me if I feel any different now that I have an agent and a book deal.

Yes and no.

When I walk past bookstores, instead of just envisioning my novel on the shelves, I can actually see it. I smile at the thought of seeing it in the New Arrivals section or displayed in the window next to a sign announcing an upcoming book reading and signing with the author. So yeah, there’s that.

And while it’s true that I don’t have to spend the time looking for an agent, there’s still that one thought in the back of my head that helps to keep me grounded:

I hope my agent likes my next book.

Filed under: The Writing Life — S.G. Browne @ 9:56 pm