On Art, Writing, and Storybundles
I have often enjoyed experimenting with small scale magazine ideas. Some of you may remember the Fortean Bureau, my first foray.
When Nick Mamatas came to me with an idea to do a noir crime magazine called the Big Click, I was immediately on board. We ran for a solid few years and published some amazingly talented authors, but ultimately, the spark died as it sometimes does. Revenue was never there, and we poured a lot of our own time and money into it. The quality was great, but it just didn’t find a sustaining audience in its life. Perhaps in the afterlife, it will? You can now read nearly everything we published in a single collected volume available as part of the Noir Storybundle that Nick has curated. There are a ton of great writers in the bundle, multiplied again by our collection. It’s an awful lot of gritty fun for fifteen bucks. You can find it here! I’m very proud of the work we accomplished there, and I think this is a good place to leave things.
With this Bundle wrapping up the Big Click, I’m moving away from publishing experiments for the foreseeable future. When I first became interested in electronic magazine publishing, the field was relatively wide open, but today, there seems to be a surplus of online magazines. As a reader, I can’t read a small percentage of the fiction that’s published in any given month, stuff that I’m genuinely interested in. If I’d succeeded in finding a niche that connected with audiences early on and had a project become self-sustaining financially, that would have been another story. The market’s matured, and new entrants are going to find it difficult to compete for attention and dollars. The hard truth that few want to admit is that in fiction publishing, supply far outstrips demand. The thing that keeps many of these smaller magazines afloat is passion and outside money, and that was certainly the case for me and my projects. Alas, my passion for publishing is waning across the board.
Lately, I feel hesitant to even write at all, and haven’t written a word since I completed a novella in March. I feel that with each story I may just be contributing to an ever-growing surplus of content that nobody has time to read. To pass my time usually spent writing, I’ve taken up drawing and digital sculpture as hobbies (the sculpture part, being a return to something I did in college). I’m spending my time trying to learn the basics, watching tutorials, and doing exercises. I’ve never been a very good artist, and only a competent designer, but I hope with time I can create things that satisfy me as much as writing a story. The visual arts have always taunted me. I have even less natural talent there than I ever did as a writer (and that’s really saying something). I figure with raw determination, I can perhaps become competent before old age sets in.
It may well be that it’s not the pursuits that actually hold my attention, but instead the act of learning them. I may be a learning addict. With writing stabilizing at a level of quality just above mediocre, I feel ready to move on, at least for a while. I doubt I’ll ever give it up entirely, but lately, it holds no spark. The rest of the way toward writing “success” looks like an enormous, unpleasant grind with little improvement to be found. But who knows about any of the above? Maybe some fresh new success will rekindle my energy. A story sale, or a wildly successful Storybundle? Maybe what I’m really seeking is some sense of a win, any kind of win, to make it all feel worthwhile again. I guess we’ll find out in time.