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Jun. 30th, 2012 10:49 amThis morning is all about small errands. I've washed dishes and put rubbish out and swept floor and now I have an hour and a half of doing small work-tasks, to clear the deck for another day of bigger stuff. (No dancing for me tonight, though not for the reason I thought - the virus isn't quite gone and dancing is not going to be possible. This is Gillian-timing demonstrating its amazingness.)
One of the tasks ahead of me this weekend is to finish with a half dozen books and to take notes and then put them away.
The publisher told me about the book I'm currently halfway through that, "This is different from anything the author has done." It isn't. It's a lovely book, but it follows a similar path to previous works. I'd still have bought it, for I love the author's work (it's one of my "I have scholarship - must spend the money on small press books" volumes - not that the scholarship has come through yet), but I am a bit disappointed not to find that change in direction. I could have written about that change in direction.
I never know, when publishers and editors tell me things like this whether it's their personal investment that makes them see the books or stories as very different (for it happens quite a lot) or if it's that they haven't read enough of the author's previous work to know. I'm hoping it's not the latter. Anyhow, when I say "My stuff is a little different," the same type of editor says, "It can't be" and then returns it with an "It is - and not quite enough mainstream for us. Why didn't you tell me?" This is why I'm really relieved when an editor who says, "This book is different" is not actually interested in seeing my work. There's an honesty there. Also, it means that maybe s/he sees their author's work as different because they don't know just how far different can extend. My stuff isn't difficult, but it's hard to classify.
Three reasons instead of two. Which, using Gillian-logic, means I can demolish three books before lunchtime and clear the decks for finishing the stuff of yesterday, this afternoon and maybe, just maybe, do even more catch-up this evening.
Tomorrow is not catch-up day. Tomorrow is all about celebrating Cellophane. Kindle-owners can already pre-order my book from Amazon, after all. (I have the link because Mum wanted it, last night. She'd never pre-ordered an e-book and she was wildly excited: http://www.amazon.com/Ms-Cellophane-ebook/dp/B008BSOOQY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1340969233&sr=8-1&keywords=ms+cellophane )
One of the tasks ahead of me this weekend is to finish with a half dozen books and to take notes and then put them away.
The publisher told me about the book I'm currently halfway through that, "This is different from anything the author has done." It isn't. It's a lovely book, but it follows a similar path to previous works. I'd still have bought it, for I love the author's work (it's one of my "I have scholarship - must spend the money on small press books" volumes - not that the scholarship has come through yet), but I am a bit disappointed not to find that change in direction. I could have written about that change in direction.
I never know, when publishers and editors tell me things like this whether it's their personal investment that makes them see the books or stories as very different (for it happens quite a lot) or if it's that they haven't read enough of the author's previous work to know. I'm hoping it's not the latter. Anyhow, when I say "My stuff is a little different," the same type of editor says, "It can't be" and then returns it with an "It is - and not quite enough mainstream for us. Why didn't you tell me?" This is why I'm really relieved when an editor who says, "This book is different" is not actually interested in seeing my work. There's an honesty there. Also, it means that maybe s/he sees their author's work as different because they don't know just how far different can extend. My stuff isn't difficult, but it's hard to classify.
Three reasons instead of two. Which, using Gillian-logic, means I can demolish three books before lunchtime and clear the decks for finishing the stuff of yesterday, this afternoon and maybe, just maybe, do even more catch-up this evening.
Tomorrow is not catch-up day. Tomorrow is all about celebrating Cellophane. Kindle-owners can already pre-order my book from Amazon, after all. (I have the link because Mum wanted it, last night. She'd never pre-ordered an e-book and she was wildly excited: http://www.amazon.com/Ms-Cellophane-ebook/dp/B008BSOOQY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1340969233&sr=8-1&keywords=ms+cellophane )