the one in which I make an announcement

No, I am not pregnant, in fact I have lost 10 pounds. But that isn’t the announcement. Just nipping a few things in the bud.

There are professional moments, of which, I am especially proud. When I was published. When I was accepted into anthologies with much more experienced, and in some cases Hugo Award nominated and winning authors. When my daughters read my story told from the perspective of a teenage girl and didn’t cry foul at any of her thoughts or feelings. When I told a story that was hard for me to write, hard for people to read, and yet they read, and finished it because it was so GOOD they hungered for the last period. Here I am. Another milestone. The power of it has me shaking.

There is an interesting psychological thingie (and that is the technical term) I like to call: The Million Dollar effect. Look at someone and ask: What happens if you get 1 Million dollars?

Most of them no longer want to work, or go on vacations, or buy houses, yachts, planes, and so on. Well, then they start looking at a million dollars. Though it is more money than many of us will make in a year – a decade – lifetime even – once you have a million dollars, even theoretical ones, you realize there is little you can do with it. Yes you can live in the same apartment you live in now, eat the same stuff as now, and drive the same cars, plans very quickly eat up the excess cash. That doesn’t even touch charitable giving, funds for later generations, and so on. It turns out one million is just another number.

So, a few months ago my publisher and I were walking down the halls at a convention. He asked:

“So, Dan, what are your goals?”

I curled my fingers into a shaking rock, “Rule the known universe with an iron fist!”

He sighed, “In publishing.”

The reply was instant, “New York Times Bestseller.”

He nodded, “Agreed, good, but more… short term.”

I actually had to think about it. I mean, I’m the kind of guy that sees the top of the mountain and that’s my goal. To this day I don’t know if he was worried about me burning out, feeling that I needed encouragement, or if he’s precognicient, or just a sneaky bastard (you’ll see). So I said: “I would like to sell 1,000 copies of one of my novels in a single year.”

This may seem small, but I did not speak blindly. Can’t remember where I saw it, but googling this phrase gets three billion hits:

                Of 1.2 million books published in 2004, only 10 sold more than a million copies; fewer than 500 sold more than 100,000, and only 25,000 sold more than 5,000 copies. Another 200,000 sold fewer than 1,000 copies, and the remaining 950,000 sold fewer than 99 copies.

Now, this is lifetime sales, but after the first year things slow down a lot. I had sold dozens, then hundreds of my titles in a year, but I had never broken 1,000. It was the next step to go from one out of a million authors, to one out of thousands. I was satisfied with this. Well, I think he knew something I did not. I am pretty sure of it in fact. See, he gets reports from places and sees how fast/slow something is moving, and can predict trends and see where the ball is going to bounce. As an author I get a check once every six months and a report, but it’s all six months late and full of hindsight.

So the publisher calls me a few weeks ago and says: “I Know Not is outselling your other books.”

After a Tex Avery style reaction involving soda in my sinuses and on my laptop screen, I asked, “Which one?”

“All of them.”

And then, and then I did not ask the question that is obvious now. I got my royalty check and did a dance, expecting even greater things next time around. What I did not ask, however, was: All the books EACH or ALL TOGETHER. That question was answered in an email two weeks later:

                Dan,

Get out the celebratory drinks and prepare a new goal. I Know Not is set to sell the 1,000th Kindle copy on Wednesday, September 21st

–Your Publisher (and don’t call me a sneaky bastard, you jerk! My wife reads your blog!)

Which now that I read that again, maybe lends credence to the precognicient thing.

In any case, I danced around again, then I realized that things were even better: these are only Kindle sales. Print sales have not been figured in, and while most scifi/fantasy titles are heavily weighted toward kindle/ebook formats, it means that I am already there, already past there with more to come. I’ve gotten to the next base camp. And I’m sticking with the mountain climbing thing because I feel like I need oxygen tanks. I’ve done it. Again. And while it is a trifling thing to sell 1,000 copies for many of my friends, it is new to me. Then I remember the book has only been out for 13 weeks, the busy season has yet to happen and… uh… I need to sit down for a minute!

I am one step closer to being able to do this for a living. I am a little bit nearer to my real goal.

Next is 5,000. Two novels published in a single year. I would also like (God, are you listening?) to have some geek icon seen reading my work.

And I want to thank all the authors, editors, and publishers, that have gotten me this far. And thank you to my wife who refuses to be surprised at my success, because she believes in me so thoroughly.

Because reaching a goal is no reason to stop. It is a reason to run faster.

The month where there’s a lot going on

I was in Ironton, Ohio for the funeral of my Uncle Samuel Ross. He will be missed.

My Sister and I left Cincinnati at O’Dad O’clock… which is the time every father gets his kids up to pile into the station wagon/van/camper to drive to the national forest for vacation. It is universally recognized by the children’s whiney mantra: Oooooooh Daaaaad.

As such we arrived early, and got to meet a wonderful couple I had not seen since I hit puberty. The husband has been friends with my father since they were 6 years old, and the woman was an immigrant from France who got her citizenship even before I was born. They welcomed us into their lovely home and, in the hours before the funeral, we all talked until we stumbled upon a political discussion. Then the husband and I were the ones talking.

Those in the audience that know me know that politics is something like catnip for me: It’s green, looks illicit, and does absolutely nothing for you if smoked. Seriously, though, it is a living dichotomy that fascinates me. Politics – like religion – is an area where honorable men may disagree and those disagreements can actually bring people closer together. It can also end in a mushroom cloud, but what human endeavor can’t?

So we started discussing a whole horde of topics, and mostly we were in agreement, but one arose that I have seen many, many times: The Draft.

My father’s friend mourned the loss of the draft, because it instilled young men with everything they and the country required to survive: a strong standing army, patriotism, and discipline. And those were all good points, but I have significant problems with the idea of conscription. During our debate, my opponent was far too classy and kind to point out that the side I was arguing was mirrored by American born socialists and communists – people for whom critical thought is a detriment – but I knew it myself. That’s one of the reasons I keep entering the debate, testing my arguments, and probing them for a structural flaw that will bring the whole thing crashing down and prove me wrong.

I have heard praise such as his from literally dozens of men at work. They all grew up with the draft (under whatever name) in place, and some of them while it was in use. They said there was a beautiful certainty to knowing what one was expected to do straight out of high school, and that without guidance of the US government they would never have gotten their heads on straight. It gave them marketable skills, in many cases a nest egg for starting a life, and even a safer place to make a few mistakes and have a parental figure to bail them out – even if the parental figure was a 6’4″ sergeant with muscles that looked like basketballs that thumped them for doing something colossally stupid.

But I cannot get past several key points that lead directly to ‘No Draft’ without passing go, no collecting $200:

The first, and most basic, is a LARGE army is not equal to a GOOD army. Imagine, if you will, two employees at McD… uhh… Kentucky Long McKingeys Hut Bell (Ahh, I am a genius), so we have two workers at Kentucky Long McKingeys Hut Bell – alike in dignity, well not really.

One wants to work. He studies all the manuals, pays attention at work, cleans his uniform. He wants to learn new things. He wants new responsibilities. This worker doesn’t ride the clock, waste time, or ignore customers. If he decides to stay at Kentucky Long McKingeys Hut Bell, he will likely wind up running the place. The other hates his job. Let’s face it: who wouldn’t? He’s late. He’s not interested in your problems. He does the very bare minimum because for one reason or another he feels trapped at Kentucky Long McKingeys Hut Bell and feels he doesn’t even owe the company enough to quit and go find other – lower qualified work.

Now, two fast food joints: One is short staffed – half capacity on the busiest day of the year, but the entire staff is made up of people like the first worker. The second: stuffed to the gills with the workers cloned from the loser. I think you all know which one would work better. Now you must make the leap from hamburgers to the lives of soldiers, because if the unit does not work together well, then soldiers die. Professional soldiers have an amazing capacity to improvise, adapt, and overcome. It is because fighting is what they have chosen to do. Conscripts do not. Conscript armies can only lead to more death, of both innocent civilians and friendly soldiers.

Next, the proliferation of soldiers to no exacting end provides a resource to government it ought not have. There are arguments out there that say if everyone’s children must serve, then war will become a thing of the past. But still, I say that we had the draft until 1979, and it didn’t prevent any of the wars during that time.

Lastly, most importantly, most importantly, or even the only item of importance: I own me. The government, no church, no corporation, no bank, no government owns me. I own me. A friend once told me that some people have a fetishistic relationship with property rights. The reason is – and really it comes down to this – all rights come from this first right of owning oneself. It gives weight and value to your thoughts, opinions, desires, and needs. Some of these are codified in the US Constitution, but they all come from that first right: ownership of oneself.

I am sad to say we never reached an agreement. I am happy to say we didn’t have to. And I hope everyone knows what I mean, since that’s as simply as I could ever put it.

Well, other than that it’s still going to be a busy month. I am still finishing off novelizing a short I’ve had around for a while, making it my first ever fantasy novel. That’s been the slow bit, in fact. I’ve been buried for months in line edits and proofing stories, all for release right now!

Many books coming out this month have what one of my early critics used to call ‘the Taint of Ross’:

Barbarians at the Jumpgates (Padwolf Publishing, Radiation Angels: A Different Kind of Courage) is out NOW and can be purchased through all the normal channels.

Then of course there is the LEGENDARY TRIPLE LAUNCH at Balticon where I have material in two of the three anthologies:

Bad-Ass Faeries 3: In All Their Glory (Mundania Press, Natural Born Spy)

Dragon’s Lure (Dark Quest Books, Red Talons)

New Blood (Also from Padwolf, but bereft of me)

The official Legendary Triple Launch party will be held Sunday, May 30th, from 7pm to 9pm in the Garden Room of the Hunt Valley Marriot at Balticon. As a part of the festivities there will be refreshments, author readings, and a Chinese auction-style raffle featuring as grand prize a hand-sculpted dragon box by acclaimed artist Linda Saboe. While not all the contributors are able to attend, all three books will be well-represented by Danielle Ackley-McPhail, James Chambers, Elaine Corvidae, Keith R.A. DeCandido, John L. French, John Grant, Kelly A. Harmon, C.J. Henderson, Brian Koscienski, L. Jagi Lamplighter, Neal Levin, Jeffrey Lyman, Misty Massey, Jonathan Maberry, Bernie Mojzes, Thomas Nackid, Terri Osborne, Chris Pisano, Diane Raetz, T.L. Randleman, David Sherman, Linda Saboe, Patrick Thomas, Jean Marie Ward, Robert E. Waters, D.C. Wilson, Vonnie Winslow Crist, Anna Yardney and myself.

To learn more about the launch event and to see a list of the raffle prizes please visit www.sidhenadaire.com.

If you can, please stop by. It is always a great time. We will even feed you, promise.

For my part, I’m going to continue with the plan: Write until I am filthy rich and can afford my own castle.

AVAILABLE FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE New Blood (Padwolf Publishing, http://www.padwolf.com)

noone admires the chamelion on the field of battle.

OK, I’m opinionated. I get that. In fact over the last few weeks when I wasn’t writing as fast as possible on any number of projects I have thankfully been a part of, I was arguing.

And of course, now I’m in trouble again.

Ok, I’m being selfish, because normally I’ve got this whole blog thing to talk to a whole lot of people, and right now I’m going to use it to think out loud, because I need to think out loud, because things – thoughts – are becoming rarer and rarer in the world, and words are being co-opted and corrupted.  And now that I’m here I don’t want to tell the story.

What I really wanted was some understanding, or maybe respect, that I would not have a knee jerk reaction without some cause – but perhaps I am the type given to knee jerking. Truth is I have been so busy I haven’t had time to update a damn thing other than my twitter status, and precious little time in the last week to actually write and the waves of creativity are not gentle things. They are eroding the walls of my sanity as they are given tidal force by the lunar gravity of my deadlines.

Dammit!

Fine. Here it is: Be who you are. Always be who you are.

Speak honestly. For the unconvinced respect honesty. Speak Truth. The curious respect the truth. Speak proudly. Listeners will know if you fear their attention.

Do not water down who you are or what you stand for, for every time you patch your coat with words of convince, you leave loose threads that can be pulled by the opposition.

And do not be fooled: Your opposition will lie. They will demonize you and they will ridicule you. They will say you stand for any -ism that strikes fear in your shared audience. They will even say you are in league with death itself.

But it does not matter. You must stand proudly and speak the truth honestly.

You see on the arena of debate, the language is the field of battle. The very second you allow your enemy to control the use of language, you have seceded all ground to their cause. The moment you allow your enemy to control the language, you have lost the war because your every victory will be tainted, every yard gained rewritten as lost. Do not allow them to hang their signs on you, to label you, for they bear you no love, and only seek to mark you as a target.

History is full of examples… but it does not matter. You must stand proudly and speak the truth honestly.

And there it is. I know it makes sense to absolutely nobody out there – well, maybe 1 person – but no matter what it’s going to be a cold night.

In happier news, Balticon is just six weeks away, and with it the release of Dragon’s Lure and BAd Ass Faeries #3, new anthologies from Dark Quest Books.

Title: Dragon’s Lure

Series: Legends of a New Age

Volume: One

Publisher: Dark Quest Books, www.darkquestbooks.com

Trim Size: 6 x 9

Page Count: to come

Price: $14.95

ISBN: 978-0-9826197-9-7

Here There Be Dragons!

What is the deal with virgins?

Why would a dragon want to swallow the moon?

Is a bed of treasure really to be desired?

At long last a collection that delves in the lore on what lures a dragon. We bring you nineteen tempting tales of draconic wonder–along with the lyrics to two classic and much-beloved songs–certain to broaden your understanding of these legendary creatures that have fascinated mankind throughout time and across cultures.

Trek across a dragon’s dream space in C.E. Murphy’s Perchance to Dream…Take wing in Misty Massey’s Flying Away Home…and the burning question in Vonnie Winslow Crist’s Weathermaker…got milk? Everything you wanted to know about dragons, but no one has survived to ask…

With stories by John Grant, Vonnie Winslow Crist, Patrick Thomas, James Chambers, Misty Massey, Danielle Ackley-McPhail, Mike Penncavage, C.E. Murphy, Hildy Silverman, Bernie Mojzes, Randy Farran, C.J. Henderson, Claire Stephens McMurray, Robert E. Waters, D.C. Wilson, Jean Marie Ward, Keith R.A. DeCandido, Anna Yardney, Jeffrey Lyman, James Daniel Ross, and David B. Coe, this is a tome you are sure to treasure!

Contents:

Baited Breath, by John Grant

Weathermaker, by Vonnie Winslow Crist

The Gargler’s Game, by Patrick Thomas

He Who Burns, by James Chambers

Flying Away Home, by Misty Massey

Among the Ember Oaks, by Danielle Ackley-McPhail

The Bakunawa, by Mike Penncavage

Perchance to Dream, by CE Murphy

Off-the-Wagon Dragon, by Hildy Silverman

Thus The Trap, by Bernie Mojzes

The Dragon Song, by Randy Farran

Point of Etiquette , by CJ Henderson

The Dragon’s Retorte, by Claire Stephens McMurray

Red Dragon Symphony, by Robert E. Waters

The Fall Of Teotihuacan, by DC Wilson

Lord Bai’s Discovery, by Jean Marie Ward

Fire in the Hole, by Keith RA DeCandido

Drawing Fire, by Anna Yardney

The Dog and Pony and Dragon Show, by Jeffrey Lyman

Red Talons, by James Daniel Ross

The Dragon Muse, by David B. Coe

Launch Details:

Those Bad-Ass Faeries Are Back…

And They’ve Brought Friends!

Join Us for the Legendary Triple Launch:

Bad-Ass Faeries 3: In All Their Glory

Dragon’s Lure, and New Blood

The Garden Room

Sunday, May 30th, 7pm to 9pm

Readings, Fun, Prizes, and way too many
editors and contributors to name

See the Sidhe na Daire/Dark Quest Table

in the front corner of the dealer’s room

for more details.

Web Links:

www.sidhenadaire.com/books/DL.htm

www.sidhenadaire.com/promoBAF3.htm

Stop by and pick up a copy, or order from Amazon.com