How much is a writer really worth?

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Tough question, and one with many possible answers. Some writers (sadly, a very few) earn a good living from writing alone. However, to assume that all writers can make a decent living from writing is to assume that all actors are rich, based on a handful of Hollywood stars. We all know that most actors are “resting” ninety percent of the time, or taking unpaid acting jobs, or otherwise earning money doing something completely different (teaching; waiting at tables; helping out with stage lighting).

What many people don’t realize is that writers are in much the same boat.

In the UK, the “average” writer (if there can be said to be such a thing) earns about £5000 a year from writing alone. Of course, some earn much more than that; others, much less. There are many variables; and, as the following article points out, just because a writer is well-known and critically well-received, it does not therefore follow that he or she will be equally well-paid – or in some cases, paid at all.

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/mar/02/bestseller-novel-to-bust-author-life

http://www.prospects.ac.uk/writer_salary.htm

Most writers, like actors, supplement their writing income with teaching, running masterclasses, secondary jobs and so on – a sensible course of action, if writing alone doesn’t pay the rent. Artists do not – should not -expect to be subsidized. However, where people make money from artists’ work, then those artists should be expected to benefit. For too long now, writers have accepted to attend festivals, to do readings, signings and workshops for free (sometimes without even being paid travel expenses), simply because they feel that they have no choice in the matter.

I say they do, and this is why.

People are seldom grateful for unpaid work.

Everybody likes getting free stuff, but when it comes to allocating value, we generally assume that what comes free isn’t worth much. That’s why marketing people love to tell us the cost of their freebies: Buy this magazine, and get a free bottle of nail polish, worth 7.99! But how much is an author worth, if alltheir appearances are unpaid? Answer: a big fat nothing.

It isn’t the job of an author to subsidize festivals and book events.

Yes, festivals are an important part of the world of literature; valuable to readers and writers alike. And yes, some festivals do find it hard to make a reasonable profit. The ones that do well have sponsors to help keep them running. Some benefit from Lottery funding, or offer free advertising to local businesses in return for sponsorship. Some festivals charge high prices for tickets to author events – and of course, the public tends to assume that a cut will go to the author. In most cases, however, it doesn’t. Most festivals do not pay a fee (except for Hay-on-Wye, which pays exorbitant fees to a handful of celebrities, and to no-one else); and a growing number don’t even pay their contributors’ travel expenses. I’ve recently heard of a few UK festivals that actually charge authors for the right to attend, on the assumption that we should be grateful for any exposure we can get…

Take a moment, if you will, to apply this to any other service.

In my local restaurant, having finished a meal, I call the head waiter over and say: “Now if you’ll just slip me a tenner, I’ll tear up this bill and go right out and tell all my friends what a great place you have here. It’ll be worth it for all the goodwill.”

Really?

No. I don’t think so, either.

Of course, there are instances when we choose to work for free, such as, in the case of a charity. However, where working free is the norm, we end up devaluing our own work, and that of the whole profession. Working for free costs us time, effort and expertise; things that others get paid for. We would not expect a teacher, a lawyer, a  plumber, a chef, to regularly give their services for free. Their time and expertise is considered worth paying for. So is ours.

Festivals never question the fact that they have to pay for room hire; catering; advertising; transport; photography; insurance; sound and lighting. All these things cost money. Everything has to be paid for, in fact, except the people whom the audiences are coming to hear – that is, the authors themselves.

But… I hear some people saying: Aren’t these authors getting free publicity that will help them sell their book?

Excellent question. Well, yes… and no. For a start, there’s no such thing as free publicity. Someone, somewhere, always ends up paying for it. By working for free, we’re basically accepting to do another person’s job (in this case, a publicist’s) as well as our own. And in the case of festivals who don’t even offer expenses, we’re effectively paying for the right to do that extra work for free, too.

As for book sales, just take a moment to work out how many sales you’d need to make in order to pay your expenses. On average, your travel costs would be between £60-100, travelling second class by train. Let’s forget about meals, taxis, sundries (or indeed, the overnight stay that some festivals entail) . So. Let’s call it £80.

Right. The following article gives you some idea of how much in royalties you’d expect to earn from the sale of your book. Have a good look. It’s worth reading.

http://blog.celandor.co.uk/?p=75

However; for simplicity’s sake, let’s call it 10% of a full net price of £8.00 for a paperback. (That’s very generous, actually.) For the moment let’s forget about the percentage that would have to go to the tax-man, to your agent, and so on. Let’s call it 80p. Kerrrr-ching.

That means, that to break even, you’d have to sell 100 copies or more of your book at your festival event. Yes, some writers can do that. But it’s a big assumption. On a good day, you can reasonably expect about one in ten festival-goers to buy a copy of your book after a reading; that means selling at least 1000 tickets, just to break even.

Seriously, how often does that happen?

And that’s why authors are worth more than this. That’s why they shouldn’t work for free. It’s wrong; it’s unfair; and even if we could all afford it (I can; I’m one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to worry too much about breaking even); if we don’t respect ourselves and value the work we do, then how the hell can we expect to receive respect from anyone else?

I’m Now on Pinterest! (And possibly Tumblr(again))

I figured because I have loads of pictures related to my books, or related to writing, that I’d post (or pin) them on Pinterest.

So you can follow my Boards for book related pictures and writing related quotes and tips!

MY PINTEREST

I’ll probably make boards about like doctor who and gaming as well, so people can see my interests…no pin pun intended.This also got me thinking to start up a personal Tumblr once again. I may do that in the near future. My current Tumblr, DisneyTronBlog, is completely dedicated to my favourite Disney movies/show Tron.

In the mean time, you can check out both. Tron, Tron Legacy, and Tron Uprising are all fantastic. I recommend them wholeheartedly.

Remember to check out my PATREON for exclusive stories and updates on my current writings in the sci-fi and fantasy Shattered Soul series!

The Life of a Novelist

I began playing an awesome indie game called The Novelist by Orthogonal Games. This game was probably one of the ones I wanted to play the most.

Check out the first video here.

Playing the Novelist was like getting a look at a real life author with family problems. It can show that each choice we make can make some people happy and others disappointed.

You play as a ghost-like being that stays in a house. This house gets occupied for the summer by Dan, Linda, and their son Tommy. Dan is a writer, Linda is an artist, and Tommy just wants some time with his parents. All three of them have choices that need to be met that will disappoint the other two.

I think this game will be one I replay after I beat it to see what all the other choices cause. It’s a brilliant game and I encourage all gamers and writers to play it!

Remember to keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

Type:Rider, an adventurous colon.

I posted the second video of the second level of Type:Rider. I learned even more about the history of typography and writing. It’s insane how much a game can teach me that my English classes in high school failed to cover because of curriculum. Oh how I hated standardized testing.

Watch the video here.

The second level was the Gothic level. As it did in the first level, the art in the background just amazes me as I jumped around as the colon. I’m a huge fan of history, literature, and art. Ironic part is I am taking a Humanities class that encompasses all of that. I even used my first video as a reference for a discussion post. Video games and education! WOO!

Type:Rider is a game developed by Ex Nihilo and published by BulkyPix and Plug In Digital. It’s a brilliant indie game that I hope my videos spread that awesomeness to other possible gamers.

I’ll play it through till the end.

Remember to keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

H.P. Lovecraft Games

My first H.P. Lovecraft game that I played for PlayingWithWords was an indie game made on GameJolt, by Cloak and Dagger Games, called The Terrible Old Man. Of course it was based on the short story by Lovecraft himself.

Watch the video here.

The first interaction with H.P. Lovecraft was probably the huge geeky icon that is Cthulhu. More specifically, my cousin was explaining the entire concept of the tabletop game Call of Cthulhu. It blew my mind that there was so much behind another short story.

I’ve got several Lovecraftian games in line up for PlayingWithWords, so I hope fans of his readings will stick around to see them!

Remember to keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

PlayingWithWords

What is PlayingWithWords? It’s a YouTube channel based on bringing together the common ground between gaming and writing. There are dozens, if not hundreds, games that are based on writing, writers, authors, books, short stories, poems, etc. My goal is to bring entertainment for gamers, writers, and readers.

You can watch my introduction here.

As an author of two books, I not only draw my inspiration from the obvious (reading), I also gather it from video games. I’ve played video games for as long as I can remember. Even before I started writing short stories in kindergarten, I was playing my N64.

I never really hear about authors playing video games, at least mainstream ones. I know writing is always number one priority for writers, but you can’t really get inspiration if you are always writing, can you? If there are others out there, I want to show them that video games are a great way of getting inspired and be entertained, outside of books.

I know gaming takes time, as does writing. Personally, gaming can easily take over most of my free time. So with PlayingWithWords gives me short bursts of gaming and commentary that give me the inspiration to write more.

I love being a writer, and I will always be a gamer.

Remember to keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

Free eBooks from 5-15 through 5-19!

You can get all three of my eBooks for free for the next 5 whole days! Two are the beginning of my fantasy Shattered Soul series, and the other is a short story. You can get them here!

Shattered Soul Series: Elements of Lightning– The story of Ace Venx, the last Lightning Elementalist ever seen in possibly centuries. His home planet is endangered when his Element’s rivals appear to make sure they kill all who possess the Lightning Element.

Elements of Blood– The story of Xantae Gaspar, a man who has given up his past memories in hopes to live a better future, but little does he know that his past has caused him more trouble than he could have imagined. With the unique Element of Blood, Xantae wants to restore a proper power at the head of the steampunk world of Neasil.

Short Story: Sanctuary of London– A historic fictional tale of Jack the Rippers past.

I’m actually using my second Tumblr! (AKA links, links everywhere)

I have two tumblr blogs set up. One is my popular DisneyTronBlog with almost 700 followers! (I don’t know if that really is a lot or not)

The other is a blog I made when I converted the first one to a Tron-based blog. It’s where I’ll post more personal stuff, like my poems, Alan Wake stuff, writing related pictures/posts. and non-tron things. Doctor Who pictures/gifs and other BBC shows will be shared on to there as well. It’s easy to find too. It’s just BrandanChapman. I’ll post my blog and journal updates on there as well.

If you’re a fan of Tumblr, this would be an easier means as to follow me, if you lack a Facebook, DeviantArt, Twitter, or even Google+. You can follow me just about anywhere online! If you like games, I like to stream on Twitch. I’ll post any of my decent streams on Youtube. I want to also start making vlogs. More to come on that. I may even read my book prologues for videos.

You can also get my books here, for the readers out there.

Prologue to Elements of Blood (Links at the End)

The whistle echoed through the night sky, as it usually did when the sky train passed. Steam was the only thing to follow the ongoing machine. No one knew why it didn’t blow smoke, or what even kept it in the sky. They could only believe that the king was on board, and hadn’t come back down in years.
The train’s loud whistle carried onto some of the zeppelins that couldn’t reach its altitude. It seemed to carry a higher pitch when it echoed over brass and copper surfaces.
Inside the cells on the deck of one of the largest zeppelins flying in the night, a man jolted up from the small cot. The sky train’s whistle dug at the insides of his ears as his vision spun. His name is Xantae Gaspar.
“Where in the bloody hell…?” He asked out loud.
Xantae’s vision settled. The metal floor of his cell reflected the moon that lay high in the sky. He looked to his left to see the deck of the zeppelin. A metal barred door stood between him and freedom, wherever that freedom may be.
“You awake, mate?” A voice questioned from behind Xantae, on the other side of the wall.
Xantae stood up from the cot, the metal groaning as it became relieved of weight. The moon’s light made Xantae shield his eyes. He looked out towards the direction the voice came from.
“Are we prisoners?” Xantae asked.
“Well I am. I don’t know about you. I was listening to the pirates-”
“Pirates?”
“Yeah, you know, sky pirates. The ones who got away from the politics of the Prince in power. Anyways, the buggers got frantic during yesterday’s storm. Said something like someone appeared on the ship randomly. I figured it was you. I was the only prisoner after all.”
It began to come back to Xantae. He was in Neasil, his home world; a world full of corruption and poverty. The noble only care for themselves and royalty was the same. At least, that’s how Xantae remembered it.
His blue eyes scanned the deck. “Where are all the pirates at?”
“Below deck, where it’s warm. All that fire they use to power this bloody thing. Steam and what not. So was it you?”
“Was it me what?”
“Were you the one that appeared out of the storm?”
“I guess so. I can’t really remember anything,” Xantae replied with a sigh.
“From before or at all?”
“Mostly at all…I know who I am, I know where I am…now…but I can’t seem to think of how I got here or just about anything before.”
“Strange indeed. Name’s Danlet, by the way.”
“Xantae, nice to meet you.”
“So are you an Elementalist? Thought maybe you were a Water Elementalist or something to come out of a storm.”
Xantae scratched his head. He was surprised to find a top hat on his head that had a pair of brass goggles wrapped around the brim. Elementalists were the majority of people on Neasil with the power to control Elements such as water, fire, earth, or air. Elementalists could pull their specific Element out of what they called the Elemental planes. Each Element had its own respective plane. Elementalists could also bend their Elements from the world around them. It was easier to just summon whatever they needed from the planes.
“I am an Elementalist…something of a rare sort.”
“Ah, me too mate. I’m a Dark Elementalist.”
Xantae remembered there were also Dark and Light Elementalists. Light Elementalists were killed off several hundred years ago due to the Dark Elementalists.
With a low pitched vworp, Danlet appeared in Xantae’s cell from the shadows.
“Whoa!” Xantae said as he jumped back, as much as he could.
Danlet was maybe a year older than Xantae, who was only 18. His hair was short and spiky; black as darkness. Danlet’s eyes almost seemed to light up the cell with the bright crimson.
“The Dark plane is an excellent tool at night. Now how about we bust out of here?”
“And go where? We are flying hundreds of metres in the sky!” Xantae exclaimed, but still remaining as quite as possible.
“What Element did you say you were again? We could probably take the lot out,” Danlet said as he examined outside the cell, his pale skin matching that of the moon.
“I didn’t. How many are there?”
“Mysterious one, you are,” Danlet said as he eyed back towards Xantae, “I think I’ve counted about 20 or so.”
“Are all of them Elementalists?”
“Pretty much.”
Xantae considered his options. He wasn’t sure what the pirates planned to do with him. They could easily throw him overboard if they couldn’t find a use for him.
Xantae could feel the blood rushing in his body. He stretched his arms up. He was wearing a maroon three piece suit. His reddish-orange hair was long and tied in a ponytail that came down the front of his shoulder. He remembered his Element. Blood.
Xantae instinctively reached into his coat to find a knife.
“Brilliant, we can pick the lock to get you… wait, what are you doing?” Danlet questioned as he watched Xantae cut his palm open.
“Just stand back. I’ll get myself out.”
“Well alright…” Danlet mumbled as he took the only step back he could, “Glad you have a plan. I can’t take non-Dark Elementalists through the plane. Not like they couldn’t just go themselves.”
Xantae didn’t react at Danlet’s joke. He raised his bleeding hand to the cell. The blood from his hand extended out and quickly engulfed the surface of the barred door.
The red liquid coated the door. Xantae looked back to Danlet, who stood in awe of what was happening. “You may want to do your own plane thing, because this would get messy for you,” Xantae said bluntly.
Danlet nodded. Xantae turned back to the door. He then took a step forward, walking right through the blood covered bars. His suit remained untouched by blood. Danlet stood a few steps away from the cells.
“So are you some sort of Blood Elementalist?”
“That I am.”
“Huh, never thought I’d see something as strange as that in my lifetime. Danlet Lokar, pleased to meet you, mate.”
The word Lokar made Xantae clench his fists. He couldn’t remember why, so he replied, “Xantae Gaspar.”
“Gaspar, eh? You from Gilwich?”
Xantae gave the man a look of confusion.
“Oh right. You don’t remember.”
“Yeah…so if you could just go into the Dark plane to get out of the cell, why not do that to the ground?”
“Your Element doesn’t have a plane, does it?”
“Not that I know of honestly.”
“Well yours might be like air. Air Elementalists haven’t been able to access their plane even though air lies just about everywhere. Anyways, I’ll forgive you because you seem to not remember.
Planes can be accessed for only short amounts of time. Otherwise, our bodies can’t take it. So to reach the ground from here would almost kill me. The Dark plane is hard enough to navigate in longer than second visits as is.”
Xantae looked off in the distance. He could see lights. He turned to Danlet and asked, “What city is that?”
Danlet looked to the front of the zeppelin. In the direction it was heading, lights trailed across the dark lands of Neasil.
“That’s Tavingham. Largest city of the entire planet. Mostly industrial until Prince Kardian moved in.”
“Prince Kardian…” Xantae mouthed quietly as he recognized the name.
“Aye, the bloody king of Neasil…or at least he pretends to be. I figured if I ever escaped, I would go for his head.”
Just then, Xantae felt a sharp pain in his head. Images of the Prince flooded his mind, followed by the sound of screams and burning buildings.
“Is that so?” Xantae asked as he rubbed his forehead slowly.
Danlet’s expression darkened. “Nobility!” He spat. “Always looking down on the poor. I’ve been treated like dirt by just about everyone of higher status.”
Danlet examined Xantae’s attire in the moonlight. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t turned your nose at me.”
Xantae smirked. “I’m no noble. Perhaps I was at one point,” Xantae explained as he acknowledged his own attire, “But I have this feeling inside me that hates them as much as you do.”
Danlet was amused by Xantae’s words. “Well, with our unique Elements, maybe we can knock the crown down a few levels, eh?”
The screams continued to sound in Xantae’s mind. He began to hear his name being called out, followed by ‘Run!’ Xantae shook his head and gave Danlet a smile. “Let’s take this zeppelin over.”
Xantae followed Danlet below deck. It was a dramatic change in temperature. It was humid. Steam and smoke filled the air as it made its escape to the outside. Xantae wasn’t sure how the pirates managed in the conditions, but right now, he didn’t really care.
The screams echoed in Xantae’s head as he walked the narrow hallways of the zeppelin. He tried to think of why the screams were haunting him. He began to focus on his surroundings more and more rather than what was going on in his mind.
Danlet was hopping in and out of the Dark plane. Xantae kept his steps quiet as they neared the bunkroom. Danlet was already inside, looking out to him. He beckoned Xantae to hurry inside the bunkroom.
“I can get about five of them before the others would be upon me,” Danlet whispered, hardly auditable over the hissing of steam. “How about you mate?”
“I could probably take care of the lot after you take your five, and I take one.”
“I like your cockiness. Let’s see what you can do with that blood of yours.”
Xantae held his knife ready as he approached the nearest of dozens of single bunks. The bunkroom was only small walkways between several bunks all lined up. They were bolted into the metal floor so they didn’t move around. There were a few small windows on the opposite side of the room that gave it light.
Danlet popped out of the plane next to a bunk, quite far from Xantae. Snoring and sleep mumbling was all that could be heard, but for Xantae, the screams were unbearable.
Danlet looked over to Xantae and began to count down from five. Xantae was fidgeting and sweating. His fingers drummed along the knife’s handle.
Four. Xantae tried shifting where he stood. His head felt like it was about to burst from the screams.
Three. He couldn’t take it. He wanted to stab at his ears, but he knew that wouldn’t do any good. So Xantae did what he think would stop the screams.
Two. Xantae brought his knife down upon the pirate that slept before him. It was quick and over silently. The pirate made a low gurgle as blood oozed from his mouth. The blood from the knife wound trailed along the knife to Xantae’s hand. The screams stopped.
Danlet was taken aback by the first kill. He began to blast darkness into each pirate around him. The darkness moved like a smoke-like substance that could stab or cut. Elementalists always had some sort of immunity to getting killed instantly from Elements. Elementalists usually made it a habit to keep weapons like swords, spears, and most other melee weapons, alongside of bows and arrows. Besides bows and arrows, ranged weapons couldn’t quite project Elements as well, if at all.
The pirates awoke to either the screams, or the pain of having darkness blasted into their chest. Whichever it was, Xantae knew a fight was about to go down.
“Prisoners?!” One pirate asked out loud as he jumped out of his bunk.
Xantae quickly turned towards the remaining bunks. With the blood from his first victim, he moved his hand to his side, the blood forming a long rope-like strand. He remembered that a whip was always an easy weapon to use with his Element.
Danlet swung his hand into the air, making all the bunks break from the floor and flip mid-air. Xantae clenched his fist. It caused all the blood from Danlet’s victims to quickly form a spiral along his arm. The crimson liquid moved slowly as if it were alive.
Xantae decided to take advantage of the pirates’ distraction. He could see light from a few Fire Elementalists in the room. ‘Figures.’ Xantae thought to himself.
“Bloody Elementalists,” Danlet spat as he ducked into the shadows.
Xantae tossed the knife aside now that he had blood to use. He ducked as the bunks hit the floor and fire came roaring by. His top hat nearly singed on top. He grinded his teeth as anger grew inside.
“Come on now! You don’t go and nearly take my hat clean off!” Xantae yelled.
Danlet tilted his head in confusion. Xantae shot him a glance as he realized that he wasn’t sure why he was protective of his hat. With a quick shrug, Xantae turned back towards the pirates.
“How the hell did you lot get out of your cells?” A gruff voice asked from behind.
The two turned around to see a man standing in the doorway. “The captain,” Danlet whispered, “You can always tell by their coats and jewellery.”
Xantae eyed the captain carefully. He noticed that the coat was trimmed with gold and had makeshift badges of rank pinned to the chest. It was a black coat with buttons of gold and yellow ropes stretched across the sides. Xantae remembered that sky pirates were notorious for coming up with their own sorts of fashion.
“Answer me now, or I will kill you where you stand.”
Xantae looked to the remaining pirates. There was a little more than a dozen remaining, all ready with Elemental Fire. He rose from where he hid. “Captain,” Xantae said as he looked to the man.
“Well?”
“No pirate will move a muscle, and my friend and I are going to take this zeppelin to Tavingham,” Xantae explained to the captain.
The captain laughed. “I don’t think you’re under the terms to negotiate, noble. You’re out numbered!”
“You seem to rely on numbers, captain. But I’m here to tell you, numbers don’t matter when you face me!”
The captain stopped laughing. He looked sternly to Xantae. “I hate to tell you this, but we are already heading to Tavingham. Almost there now. No one will make it off the zeppelin without my men and me alive. The royal guard won’t hesitate to shoot us down if they don’t get my signal.”
Xantae looked at Danlet, “Brace yourself.”
Danlet’s expression changed from confusion to worry. He had no idea what Xantae was about to do, and it didn’t take long to find out.
“So you surrender now, and let me make my signal, or in the next few seconds we will be shot down.”
Xantae smirked. “Why don’t you bugger off already? You can’t…rather, you won’t capture me again.”
The other sky pirates began to worry. It was too late. The captain sighed and readied his own Fire Element. The others pirates dashed towards Xantae. The battle cries were so loud that none of them heard the cannon fire.

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Steam and Twitch

I’m a writer that loves playing video games. Loads of fantasy and science fiction inspiration can come from playing video games.

I’ve streamed a bit on Twitch, but I hope to stream just about everything I play. I play a lot of single player games and some multiplayer ones. Some games include: Borderlands series, Garry’s Mod, Alan Wake, Don’t Starve Together, The Forest, and more.

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