June 16th, 2014

Macbeth the Usurper

Weekend Fu

So, aside from the horrible head cold, how was my weekend? Pretty shiny, really.

I have to say, the weather was gorgeous. That's what I love about June. When she loves you, she really loves you.

On Friday, after the swim team pot luck, I got my birthday cake as requested. Jenny and Miss Dash made a Godzilla cake for me. Godzilla looked very 1954. He was made out of rice crispy treats molded around a Ken doll armature, helping him to look like a man in a suit. Jenny went over the whole think with food coloring, giving him a natural scaly look. The diorama also featured a burning building, a destroyed building, mini-soldiers and a tank.

Saturday breakfast was brown sugar muffins. Miss Dash cheered on a home swim meet on Saturday morning, then I took her swimming on Saturday afternoon. On Saturday evening, the whole family nestled down to watch "King Kong vs. Godzilla."

Sunday was church, then some park time with some other families. One of our families is a diplomat family, so they're headed out to Malaysia (Kuala Lampur).

I cooked dinner for father's day. We had meatloaf.

The cold finally seems to be abating. I look forward to a good night's sleep.
Macbeth the Usurper

Marketing Problem #2

I've been trying to better categorize my writing and I've run into issues. I think that I understand how I'm out of step with the market.

I cut my teeth on fantasy and science fiction from 1976 to 1984. Those were my heavy reading years. In 1984, I went to college and my pleasure reading plummeted.

What does this mean?

Well, that means that the library carried books already published in previous years, so my early reading hit the years 1968-1977. That's significant because those are the final years before media fandom broke out. There were some media books out there, like the Star Trek books or a few Star Wars books, but nothing compared to the flood that is now. The vast influence of books consumed by me were from authors that existed before the big media boom.

That makes me, I think, is one of the last of the young old-timers, if that makes any sense. My sense of what a book should look like and how it should unfold is now archaic. If you dropped what I write back into the late 70's to early 80's, I'd probably do perfectly well. That is, I'd fit in with the times.

When I look at the fantasy charts, all of them, I don't see where my books would fit, nor nothing like them in the in the top 100's. The only place that comes close is "classics", but I certainly don't fit there, and even then I think I'd be a bit of an odd duck.

So who the hell is my audience? I don't know. There's marketing problem #2.