Short Stories, Brick and Mortar, and Book Tours

It was brought to my attention that I had not recently listed by own book project in the blog yet, and if you are reading this, you might also be curious about my novel. If so, you can find it in paperback and as an ebook on Amazon. Here is the link: The Turnpike by Thom Sibbitt.

You may have heard the novel is also available at my first brick and mortar locations, Jackson St. Books and Our Bookstore in the Old Market passageway. Hopefully they will be at The Bookworm soon:)

Still working on finding a location for my first out of town reading. Lincoln based artist, Nolan Tredway, was kind enough to make a few suggestions, so hopefully I will hear back soon! And next stop Kansas City! My community here in Omaha has been extremely supportive, but it is time to leave the nest and see if this book project has wings.

Here is the exciting news. I have got two solid ideas for short stories in the works. My plan is to release them as an ebook and list them for free for 6 months or so, in hopes of tapping into the larger number of free downloads. This is one of the ways several self-publishing blogs and authors recommend getting your work into the hands of new readers. The winter is a great time for writing, so I hope to have a few projects completed by Spring. Of course, saying this is like saying publicly that you are going to quick smoking and failing miserably. All your friends and family just nod their heads in your direction and you can't do anything accept scratch your name one more time in the fail book.

Did I just compare writing to the pain and misery of being uncontrollably addicted to smoking? Um. Yes. It aint easy. All the forces of the world conspire against you:)

Well, I haven't smoked a real cigarette in a week and a half. Don't hold your breath, but I can breathe for the first time in a long while.

Time to hunker.

Thanks for reading.

-Thom

Can I sleep on your couch?

I've sold one book since my last book reading and have received zero additional reviews. Don't worry, I am not going to start complaining about how hard it is to self promote a book. It's going to be tooth and nail. It's going to be mostly ineffectual. (Am I describing my sex life or my book?) What I am going to do is get to work.

Just sent a few inquisitive tendrils out to friends in Lincoln and KC, in hopes of finding a good venue to do a reading and hopefully find a place to crash. I have neither the time nor the money to subsidize an actual book tour, so I am going to try and schedule readings throughout the winter in communities that are close enough for me to drive to.

So I guess I am on the market for a groovy bookstore in Des Moines, if anyone has any suggestions. 

On the local front, I am bringing the paperback to 'Our Bookstore' in the old market passageway this week. This is my first brick and mortar location. I am my own distributor at this point. It costs about $3 to print a book, so I am ordering one small batch of copies at a time. After printing and postage, I take whatever $$$ I can get for the book. I have been selling the book for $10 thus far. It is 12.99 on Amazon. 

Free and cheap books are probably the best way to attract new readers and downloads on the internet, which is great. I would love to put out a collection of short stories this year and just give it away, to generate newsreaders. I am too deep in the hole with the current project to give it away for free, but maybe I am shooting myself in the foot. Maybe I am already legless, but have not yet realized it. I haven't been able to feel anything from the waist down for awhile.

Blogs are like road trips. Road weary and starting to get punchy, the likelihood of ending up in the literary ditch is imminent. What I need is a really lovely scenic overlook, to get some perspective, to recharge, to get inspired, to get back on the road. 

Any self publishing questions? What am I missing? -thom

The Comfort Zone

Just had a reading last night, to celebrate the launch of the paperback edition of the novel. Celebration is exactly the word I would use. There were about 30-35 folks there, most of whom I know very well and all of whom have given me their support time and again throughout this project. And I am grateful. There really is nothing like sharing a piece of your creative soul in a room of people who have cultivated that spirit in you. Validation. Trust. Joy. Gratitude.

I have gotten enough positive feedback to begin to doubt it:) It is time to push this project outside the comfortable confines of my personal network. Of course I have no idea how to really do that. The journey of a indie publishing continues!

Paperback in hand... now, how the fuck do I put it into the hands of people I don't know? This last year has been a series of hectic pushes to get this novel polished and ready, formatted and re-formatted, uploaded and downloaded... and here it is. Here we are.

Golly. Next steps? What more could I possibly do? Shit tons in fact, because I don't want this project to die in my lap. I have got to get this project out of the sphere of my network. My hope is that it will be a literary javelin, thrust into the side of the white whale. In truth, in spite of the professional editors, countless readers and dozens of careful re-reads, every time I open the book, something drives me crazy. That tells me something. First next step. Start writing something else. Short form, fiction, poems, monologues... doesn't matter. I don't think I am truly gonna cut the cloying creative link with this novel until I start writing something else. The umbilical needs to be cut. You really must divorce yourself from the creative work at some point and focus on the work of selling and promoting.

I've arranged to sell the book at Our Bookstore  in the passageway in downtown Omaha. That is my first brick and mortar bookstore and I would like to place it locally in a couple more. I am also working on breaking the ice for a local review. This has been impossible up to know because I have not had a physical copy. I need to generate a press contact list of reviewers and online listings.

Also, still planning on uploaded to espresso book printing machines at some point. Need to record the audiobook, need to upload the 1.1 version of the ebook. Need to book a reading outside of Omaha.

Yeah... lots to do. So what are we doing writing/reading silly blogs... Lets get to work.
-Thom

Not making the same mistake as Thoreau

I only printed 30 copies. The cost for each print is 3.08, which is pretty darn good! I am hoping to sell each and everyone of these beauties at the upcoming Omaha Downtown Lit Fest, where I have the pleasure to be speaking on a panel entitled: Experiments: Writing around the Mainstream. Later this month, Oct 27th at 7pm to be exact, I will will be selling the remaining copies at the official paperback release at Howlin Hounds Coffee. Aside from the usual honey dripping online sales rate of my book project, I am feeling great! Hoping to secure a review now that I can send a hard copy to the few press contacts I have. Still hoping to break even by the one year mark. 

So, for you self publishers out there, I went through create space, an Amazon company. (Here is a order online link: I want to own the turnpike!) Of course Amazon is a mother-big corporation and it's difficult to call oneself an independent publisher when taking advantage of free services offered by a corporation swimming is surplus. Nonetheless, from one enabler to the next, I feel great about being able to work hard on a personal project and successfully see it into print. At some point soon, I hope someone will call me out on my absolute cowardice, in not sending a single Query Letter to a publisher. I am sure it is too late for that, but alas, I have a box of books, which I will pimp door to door if need be. 

It feels like a really successful and productive month. Now I really really really need to go grocery shopping. 

(Keep scrolling below to find a banned bonus blog wherin the word olive is used as a euphemism for testicle.)

You chose wisely. 

Well, I missed my banned book week blog post, for which I shall never forgive myself. Here I will enclose a little naughty excerpt from a unjustly suppressed book, The Ragionamenti: The lives of nuns, married women and courtesans by Artino. Artino was friend of Michaelangelo and caller upon the Pope, but alas had to flee his home after the publication of sixteen obscene sonnets. No justice I tell you!

"Let us go on now. After the old hag, we went to see the Seamstress, who was at loggerheads with the Tailor, her master, and, having stripped him quite naked, was kissing his mouth, nipples, rod and olives, as the nurse kisses the little babe she is nursing on its tiny nose, its little mouth, hands, tablet, mickey, and its bare bottom, as if she wanted to suck it, as the babe sucks her milk. Of course we were going to place our eyes at the slit to see the Tailer rip us the selvedge of the Seamstress's gown, when we heard a moaning, after the moaning a howling, after the howling as alas ! and after the alas ended, an: 'Oh! Lord!!' which upset our whole heart. "

                                                                              -Aretino (the scourge of princes) 1534ish

Too often, literary work is taken out of context, twist and bent, called obscene or heretical... Well too be clear this excerpt is taken, with love, from a wonderfully obscene and heretical context and is twisted only in its unfortunate truncation. Best, Thom

The Proof is in the Pudding.

This came in the mail tonight. The Proof copy of the print edition of my novel. Wow. So... self publishers of the world who have a tenacious spirit and a can do attitude, the proof lays before you. It can be done. I am neither proficient at InDesign, or copywriting, or Photoshop or even writing. I am a relentless bastard however and the book does smell pretty damn good. If I can do it... Well... to thine own self be true, but I say you can.

Of course, thanks to the dozens of people who have helped and supported me. I am going to run a fine toothed comb through the book this week and then off to the presses and back to the PR train! Analogue book release and self promotion campaign, take two.

My goal this year was to break even... My quick math tells me I need to sell about 250 books to pull that off. From where I am sitting that seems like a lot. Can I get a re-tweet?

-Thom

Near. Far.

A couple of weeks back a picked up a 79 Kawasaki KZ 400 for a guy in Florence. It wasn't running but it was a Grover-blue shade of exactly the same motorcycle I drove from Nebraska to New York a decade ago and rode in the big city for about 6 years. With a little tinkering with the wiring and some wisdom from Andreas, the man who taught me to ride when I was 18, the bike sparked to life. I my free moments, I have been zipping around town and the back roads of agricultural/suburban Omaha.

From the first moment I got in the bike, it was like be reunited with an old friend. We stepped right into place, like no time had passes at all. As much as I resist nostalgia, my bodybrain has recalled a swarm of buried memories, of my previous life atop this motorcycle:

Night rides in the Bronx, City Island, Verrazano Bridge. NYC on a motorcycle is a vivid and exhilarating  experience. I rode through the blue ridge mountains in a thunderstorm. I saw a full moon reflected in the ocean on the Jersey Shore. I sat next to old Latino fishermen on the docks of Coney Island. 

Dozens of these memories have been coming back to me. I used to park the bike inside my Bushwick loft and cruise around the streets in Henry Miller's Topic of Cancer, wondering if I could resurrect the man in my own writing. That was how I spent my twenties. 

Last night I received the proof copy of The Turpike in the mail. Many of my experiences are superimposed over this wayward American road novel. There is still work to be done of course, I need to read through the proof, organize another local reading or two, write another press release etc... All sorts of things. Having this analogue book in my hands is a milestone. All these stories. The reunion with the motorcycle however begs the question. But has my life wrapped itself in a ribbon and settled into a dusty cupboard? As warm as these old memories feel, it is time to get back on the road. I would rather be an empty vessel, waiting to be filled, then a cup full to the brim that sloshes everywhere anytime you try to move it. 

Old and new. Full and empty.

Generation iY and woman and growing up

I am a feminist. My own work is highly erotic and plunges into many varieties of deviance, but I am really asking a question of myself when I fumble with graphic content. How do I call myself a feminist, when I am so damn attracted to women? I my younger years particularly, I was very prone to deifying women. It caused a lot of confusion, reconciling my own libido and desire, against a desire see women (and myself) with the utmost humanity. Of course humanity is flawed and contradictory... So I will call the endeavor a work in progress!

My early conclusion however, was explicitly, not to write. I figured the most valuable thing I could do with my life was to have a daughter (or adopt one), teach her to write, teach her to fight and then I'd just quietly die, having outlived my usefulness. 

A friend wisely told me that was stupid. He said I would probably do more harm to the world by stifling my voice, then if I just went ahead and put it out there. He was probably right, but more than that (even as I write this) I realize that my early sentiment was just another well-intentioned but misguided act of deification. I had made a higher power out of my unborn fantasy daughter. What a bum wrap, to have a dad who has mistaken you for a deity!

What has actually happened, is that I am not a father, in spite of some serious dad-skills. I have become a creative mentor for teens. In my experience with teens, I have learned a lot about myself as an artist as well as the challenges facing our younger generation of technology natives: aka, the iY generation, aka, screen-agers.

Writing is a diminishing skill amongst this generation, in spite of the speed and hypertextuality of their communication skills. To make matters worse, even here in Omaha, where the economy has remained very stable, public school funding is still, in part determined by property taxes. There is additional funding for schools that is mitigated by all sorts of factors: free and reduced lunches, teacher performance, attendance/enrollment, and of course, standardized testing results. From my perspective, both funding systems are slanted against people of lower incomes and increasingly so against people of color who live in neighborhoods and go to schools that are not almost-all-white and suburban. I don't know how any elected official can look themselves in the mirror, when our public schools are still mired in pre-civil rights systems. Here is a no brainer: if a student goes to a public school in this city they should each receive the same dollars per student in every school, no exceptions. 

So why the tangent? I've been reflecting that, as I get older, my own ideas and priorities are becoming less personal and less specific. Maybe my ideas are getting bigger. Equality for young people, regardless of their gender, race or background. I am less concerned with being a dad and more interested in acting in service of young people. Yes, I want the young women especially, to rise to power and be totally badass. However, I've grown to understand that abstracting a gender into ideas is silly. If I build any relationship when I have not cultivated a healthy sense of self love in myself, that relationship is going to be less positive. The more I come to peace with myself, the more I am capable of giving and receiving love. Perhaps more importantly, I am becoming better at cultivating self love in other people. Now that is something worth living for.

It seems like a good thing to write about. More misadventure of a self reliant and kooky author soon!

-Thom