So it’s my birthday month. This year for my birthday I’d like to ask your help in buffing up my “author platform” – my “Kirsten Corby, Author” social media. I’m getting more serious about properly marketing my work, as MJ-17 isn’t going to be finished anytime soon.
The best thing you can do, of course, is review my books, if you’ve read them, at Amazon or Goodreads. Just a couple sentences is all it takes. Even if you didn’t like them! A couple negative reviews lend legitimacy.
While at Amazon, find me and “Follow” me as an author. If I get enough people following, I can access the analytics, which could help my advertising efforts.
So I’m grinding away of my current book, Majestic Seventeen, 1000 words a day. I really hope to get it done by the end of the year (but I don’t want to overpromise.) But it’s November, National Novel Writing Month, why not join up and have the camaraderie of other Wrimos while you push through to the end? The daily quota is only 1227 words a day, I can do that!
So I surfed over the the Nano website and set up my novel and freshened up my profile. I’ve been doing Nanowrimo for years, 8 or 9 times, won four or five, about a 50 percent win rate. (Two of those losses were when we had deaths in the family, though, which really knocked me off my stride.) Some of those books I haven’t looked at since I uploaded them to the Nano website for validation at the end of November. One of them I lost to Hurricane Katrina (yes, been doing it that long.). But one of them became Daughter of Atlas, the first book I published, available here.
But it’s been a while since I’ve done it, and I forgot a few things. The daily quota to make 50,000 words in a month is 1667 words a day. Rather more than I thought. And that includes working every day. I’ve been taking weekends off lately. Writing is a job, you deserve time off. 1,000 words a day is a lot to me.
But that’s okay. The point of Nanowrimo is to push yourself, to make yourself work, to push through creative blocks. If I can just get this damn first draft finished by December 31, 2023 I will count it a success.
I lost all my Wrimo buddies on the Nano website, probably during a website upgrade. My handle over the is Kbot, all the way back from when I was still working shitty customer service jobs. So if you’re a WordPress denizen and you’re also doing Nano, hit me up. I need buddies!
And now I must return to the word mines. But I’m counting this blog post in the daily quota! 🙂
I told my husband, “As long as I’m writing a first draft, I’m the dog in that burning house meme.” You know the one I mean. But the hubs, although he plays a lot of computer games, is very Not Online, so I had to get it and show him.
That’s the one. The dog is me. The cup on the table is my manuscript. The burning house is everything else in my life.
When I’m drafting anything, I have a pretty monomaniacal focus on it. I have to or it won’t get done. As long as I’m hitting my word quota more often than not, everything else can go straight to hell. My health. My marriage. My actual house.
My brother is moving out of state next month, and I’m not even as devastated as I should be, because I’m so preoccupied. Which is good, I guess.
It’s a tough stretch, in the middle of the manuscript, grinding away, no light yet at the end of the tunnel. It takes a LOT of dedication. I’m a pretty low-energy, indolent person. I only have so much mental energy to give, and the book necessarily takes most of it.
I was trying to make my husband aware of why I’ve been so flaky lately. And that he’d better get used to it, because I don’t intend to stop writing until I can’t anymore, can’t type or speak, or stroke out and lose my ability to process language.
I used to hate August. Beyond the heat and the hurricanes. Lammas, August 1, was my least favorite day of the year. Because it thrust in my face the fact that another year was more than half over, I had less than half a year to accomplish anything, time was running out …
For the first time in a long time, since graduate school, I don’t feel that way this year. I feel good. I’m not running out of time. Because I’ve been doing what I actually need to. Writing. Just like my dreams told me years ago.
That doesn’t make it any easier. See the burning house meme.
But it DOES make all the time around it easier. Because I can live with myself. As Stephen Pressfield says, I’m doing the work.
So at dinner the other night, I was surprised to find that one of my closest friends didn’t know I was working on a new book. I realized I need to be more forthcoming about my work.
So yes, I’m writing a new novel, my third. It is a science fiction novel about the UFO phenomenon. Title is MAJESTIC SEVENTEEN.
I had this idea for a long time, but when all this UFO stuff started showing up in the news, I realized now was the time.
So if you want to know what’s up with all the UFO stuff, just ask me. I’ve been studying the field my whole life and I LOOOOVE talking about it!
So I have some good news and some terrible news. Good news first.
THE PONO WAY has advanced to the semi-finals of the Self-Published Science Fiction Contest! Out of 300 books, my book has advanced to the top 30. That is a hell of an accomplishment, I think! Last time I entered a contest like this I didn’t make it through the slush pile. I’m so proud!
Now the terrible news.
My Dad has died.
It was quick, a stroke or heart attack or some such. My brother found him in his kitchen.
That was a hell of a shock, I tell you. As far as we all knew, he had a good bill of health for an 85-year-old man.
My hope this year was to spend more time with Dad and try to draw him back out into the world since my Mom died and the pandemic. That we could help each other back into the world.
Instead I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.
In some ways it’s good he went so fast. He lived independently and in his right mind until the last day of his life. Good for him. Hell for us.
My brother and I will be dealing with his affairs for a while. It just happened. We don’t even have the death certificate yet.
Say a prayer or light a candle for the soul of Roger Corby, if you do such a thing. We could all use the help.
Okay, I’ve watched a bunch of Youtube videos and now feel ready to add my two bitcoins about the current Dungeons & Dragons uproar over the new Open Gaming License.
Seriously, though, I’m not unequipped to discuss this. I am an OG RPG gamer. I mean OHH GEE. I gamed with the original D&D woodgrain box. The box with chits of paper instead of polyhedral dice. I’ve been gaming since before there were ten-sided dice.
I went to a D&D tourney when I was in high school, and I was the only girl there.
I have also joined the fairly rarefied community of lady Dungeon Masters. So I do feel qualified to speak as a gamer, about gaming.
My viewpoint is that Wizards of the Coast/Hasbro is engaged in a ham-fisted money grab, and understands absolutely nothing about the customer base that is the mainstay of their revenue. And seems to care less.
A quick recap if you’re not aware. Back around 2000, Wizards of the Coast published Third Edition D&D with an “open gaming license,” which declared the basic rules and stats of D&D to be open source, and keeping only named IP like Elminster, the Forgotten Realms, Waterdeep, Beholder, the purview of Wizards of the Coast. A harmonious vision, that created an active culture of third-party publishers making new worlds, monsters, classes, adventures for D&D, that succeeded for twenty years.
But during those twenty years, WOTC got bought out by game giant Hasbro. Who I suspect are the real villains in this story, because they speak in bad faith and care only about the bottom line.
WOTC/Hasbro wants to rescind the Open Gaming License (which was intended to be irrevocable) and replace it with a new, far more restrictive license that demands royalties, and contains an outrageous clause that says, you, third-party publisher, “own” your original content — but WOTC can use it and publish it whenever they want, at no cost and in perpetuity.
And this has the entire tabletop gaming community in an uproar. We don’t like seeing indie creators attacked. We don’t like being gaslit and disrespected like that.
I know this is all very, very inside baseball. But my husband hasn’t shut up about it for five days now, and neither has the Internet.
Wizards attempted to backtrack, too little too late, but their press releases have actual lies in them (this was just a draft license) and are not fooling anyone. The vapid legalese indicates to me that the suits over there have no idea who they are dealing with: to wit, fandom, a legion of obsessive, obstreperous nerds like myself. Some of whom are lawyers, or also work in the gaming industry.
The whole thing is, IMO, just a clumsy, tone-deaf attempt to wring more money out of the D&D brand. Wizards/Hasbro cares nothing for “the community” of gamers, the rights of artists and makers, putting out a quality product, or any of that. They see D&D as a cash cow from which they are trying to milk every drop. Charging creators. Raising prices for the fans. Undercutting other publishers. I understand they’re trying to corner the market on the “virtual table top” software as well.
This impression is heightened by an earlier incident in which WOTC also tried to “monetize” its other flagship brand, Magic: The Gathering, by selling an overhyped anniversary set of cards that they actually expected regular gamers to buy by the case in order to play. Screw the legendary game that created a whole new market sector, and WOTC’s bones in the industry. Screw the anniversary. Screw the fans.
Well, the fans are revolting, and doing so by canceling their subscriptions to D&D Beyond, which I guess is Wizard’s own virtual table top. (I don’t really know, I’m still a pen and paper gamer.) So many cancellations, it crashed the servers. That membership which, they were planning to hike to 30 dollars a month according to some reports. Damn,. even HBO doesn’t charge that much.
Leading third-party publisher Paizo struck back at WOTC by vowing to create a true, irrevocable open-source gaming system, which they call the ORC License. Which is cute, but I’ve already forgotten what it means. … ah. the Open RPG Creative License. To be shepherded by a non-profit organization. They have the means to do it, and support it, too. So a lot of other companies are jumping on board The hashtag is #OpenDnD.
Wizards of the Coast is straight killing the goose that lays the golden egg, here. It’s hard to believe even the Hasbro suits didn’t see the folly of threatening to take other people’s stuff, without license or fee, forever. It’s a means of forcing other companies out of business, is what it is.
The suits also forgot how engaged and activated subcultures are in the age of social media. This news went around the world instantly. And people responded instantly. Hasbro got caught with its pants down. Somehow they really didn’t think anyone would object to this vulgar display of hubris.
I agree with WOTC/Hasbro about one thing. There’s no reason Dungeons & Dragons couldn’t be a cultural juggernaut like the MCU or Star Trek. I mean, my God, they have forty years of adventures, campaigns, tie-in novels and more to draw from. D&D survived the Satanic Panic in the 1980s, and the nerds who were stuffed into lockers back then are now the titans of industry and culture. There’s no reason the whole country shouldn’t know what a Beholder is just like they know who Hawkeye is. The property has been sadly mishandled in that regard.
But man, this is NOT the way to go about it. Might I remind you an A-List D&D movie is coming down the pike in mere weeks. WEEKS.
Great move, WOTC, completely enrage and alienate your customer base, indeed your entire industry, RIGHT when you are launching the first of a hoped-for tentpole movie franchise. The Iron Man of D&D, as it were. GREAT MOVE.
Oh, and Hollywood just greenlighted a live-action D&D TV show, didn’t it?
If you want someone to wade into the legalese, or count the beans, you’ll find plenty on YouTube. It’s all over there.
From my viewpoint, this will be taught as a case study in business schools in how NOT to treat your customers OR your suppliers.
It’s too bad. I had hopes for that movie.
But take heart! All is not lost. D&D is not lost to you. Even if you’re poor, even if you live in the developing world.
This is what I told gamer friends who were anxious about Third Edition … and Fourth … and Fifth.
You don’t need any of that. No one can take D&D away from you. You don’t need Wizards. Or Hasbro. Or D&D Beyond, or any of it. What you need are secondhand copies of the core rulebooks from your favorite rules set , some PDF modules from DriveThruRPG, and off you go. Run a few of those and then design your own adventures. D&D lives in your head and your heart. Not in the books. Not in warehouses or cloud servers. You can game for the rest of your life and never give another penny to Wizards if you don’t want to. In the final analysis, D&D belongs to us. Not the suits.
Can it really have been a year since I blogged on Atlantis Fallen? My goodness. I know time has no meaning these days, but that’s too long. I used to love blogging. It was my refuge.
I need to be more visible. I WANT to be more visible. Making the first round of the Self-Published Sci-Fi Contest has reminded me I have something worth selling.
So as an update on what I’ve been doing this year, I wrote an Artist’s Statement:
I joined the Great Resignation, and took early retirement to write full time.  None of us have as much time as we thought, so I need to devote mine to using this gift I’ve been given, of storytelling.  I  told my first story before I could read or write.  I dictated it to my mom, and she folded the paper into a little quattro, and I illustrated it.  My dad still has it.Â
The first book I recall reading on my own, for my own pleasure, was a Scholastic Books compendium of Greek myths — the Labors of Hercules, Theseus and the Minotaur. I’m sure that’s what gave me my enduring taste for the fantastic and otherworldly. I write what I read growing up in the 1960s and 70s, the era of Star Trek and the New Wave in science fiction. That’s pulpy, entertaining speculative fiction that also advocates progressive values, and interrogates structures of power and belief. My goal is to entertain people by telling tales of other worlds, which help them think how we could manifest a better world here and now.
Atlantis Fallen 