Looks like i will have at least one book deal soon...

[Kyriakos]

I was in contact with two publishers the last week, and one of them very clearly asked that we have a book, using just a few of my stories (but none of the already printed ones in periodicals). That book might even be very small (eg 50 pages).
The other publisher i met in their offices, and sent 11 stories of a collection. They will reply in 2-4 weeks time. It seems likely that they will accept.

Frankly all those drastic changes sort of intimidate me. The fist publisher also asked me to give a 10-min foreword on the presentation of one other of their books, in the central municipal library next month.

I suppose i am not used to all that. Seems strange to me. Surely better than the opposite (no book deal, no calls for work, no congratulations etc), but still unstable territory for myself.

*

Anyone else had a (fiction-work) book-deal here? Really at the moment i see it as a sort of pass from one border to another. It seems easier to handle less prospects than the multiplications resulting from seemingly opening doors everywhere.

 

[gay_Aleks]

Should I look for your books in a book stand near me?

 

[Kyriakos]

^They will only be available as bootleg versions, and just in Fyrom Uni of Skopje will in the future commission papers on my supposed fyromic ancestry too.

 

[cybrxkhan]

Plotinus has self-published a book, but that's different I suppose.

Congratulations anyways, a lot of people haven't even reached your stage, so I hope it goes well!

 

[gay_Aleks]

^They will only be available as bootleg versions, and just in Fyrom Uni of Skopje will in the future commission papers on my supposed fyromic ancestry too.

Most unfortunate. I am unable of reading fantasy languages, like Klingon and Macedonian without a guide.

Anyway, jokes aside, I hope you'll meet success. Or, at least, you'll get a moderate amount of cash.

 

[Terxpahseyton]

Congratulations man, good for you.

 

[Kyriakos]

(thanks to all three of you for the congratulations ).

 

[sophie]

Plotinus has self-published a book, but that's different I suppose.

Congratulations anyways, a lot of people haven't even reached your stage, so I hope it goes well!

Was it self-published? I thought it was through a University Press. And that he's had at least 3 or 4 books published.

Congrats, Kyriakos

 

[cybrxkhan]

Was it self-published? I thought it was through a University Press. And that he's had at least 3 or 4 books published.

Congrats, Kyriakos

Oh, actually I think I misspoke there - Plotinus self-published his first fiction novel, if I remember correctly, the others were published normally yeah.

 

[sophie]

Oh, actually I think I misspoke there - Plotinus self-published his first fiction novel, if I remember correctly, the others were published normally yeah.

Oh right, I forgot he wrote fiction too.

 

[downtown]

I had a non-fiction book deal back in 2010 that didn't end up happening, but nothing fiction.

Congrats, that's much harder to do.

 

[Gori the Grey]

Congrats, Kyriakos. Are your stories in English or in Greek? If English, you can count on my $21.95 (well, your cut of that) when they come out.

 

[Kyriakos]

Thank you all, again

@Gori: They are in greek, but there is a translated one sinking in the art forum somewhere. Maybe i can spoiler it here given it is 1 1/2 pages in the original anyway:

Spoiler :

Gray walls

It was a noon during the middle of summer, something of importance since the hot Sun allowed the opportunity to the staff but also the patients to have a walk at the great yard of the public mental health hospital. I arrived on time so as to meet with one of the doctors, who I knew from days of old. The occasion for my visit was a distinction awarded to one of my stories, which I had promised to read to him personally, as I used to do in the past when we would meet.

My acquaintance, who worked there, gave me a tour of the areas comprising his office but also of those other ones open to the public in the department which he is administrating for a short time now. “All the walls here are gray” he said.

At some moment, as we were for a while in his spacious office, sat comfortably in our armchairs and having each lit a cigar, my acquaintance, having just recalled something of significance, told me that I have to see one more location.

I accepted, only was saddened a little that I should now rise from such a nice environment, and also have to extinguish my cigar, but in a while we were in the corridors, and there we walked, my acquaintance in front of me, and I at the back.

For some time we marched in corridors which in equal distances were being separated from doors with diaphanous glass in their upper part, whereas other doors to the sides of us, not diaphanous, were leading to unknown for me places. At last we reached the end of the floor. He opened the final door, which also was not diaphanous and thus I had guessed that it would be the door to a room and not one behind which there existed the continuation of the corridor, stood in front of it, told me to “please, go on”, and as I went inside the empty white room he closed the door abruptly and locked it.

Since that time I am here. From the window I gaze at the yard, below, sometimes I shout but no one seems to listen to me. It has even happened that I would deem that one had heard- something perhaps not so easy from thirty meters below, but I yelled with all my power- a group of patients which must have belonged to the persons with mental disability raised their heads and seemed to look at me, and this in turn caused

me, unwillingly, to cry.

I am thinking of the betrayal by that person. To have locked me here, where there exists nothing… Or rather at first I thought there existed nothing, since at some moment – I supposed that I was becoming crazy- I noticed a protrusion, white as well, on the floor, and I neared it so as to assure myself that it was merely a delusion. But it was not- It was a small white piece of chalk!

From that time I am looking at the chalk, and the walls, with a horrible speculation. From that time I have moved away from the walls, I stay at the window, holding the chalk in my hand which I stretch outside, towards the powerful Sun. Should I let it fall?

And a thought devours me. That the walls outside of this cell were all of one color. That if I neared, perhaps, the walls of the cell, if, against all hope, I dared scratch a bit onto them with my hand, the color of the used-up and existent everywhere chalk would diminish, and then I would be forced to watch more carefully, the endless series of letters, and then – how much do I fear it! – to find scribbled, between other ones, also this story which I am now narrating to myself…

 

[JollyRoger]

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=541147

 

[Kyriakos]

^

How ghastly a post

 

[Valka D'Ur]

Oh right, I forgot he wrote fiction too.

That's what you get for avoiding the arts forum.

 

[Zkribbler]

Anyone else had a (fiction-work) book-deal here? Really at the moment i see it as a sort of pass from one border to another. It seems easier to handle less prospects than the multiplications resulting from seemingly opening doors everywhere.

Not yet. I'm trying to break into the mass-market paperbacks, but that means getting a mainstream publisher, and that means getting a literary agent*. The chance of any query to an agent resulting in representation is 0.5%, so it's a bit of a process.

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A very few publishers, e.g. Tor, will accept a book submitted directly from the author.

 

[bhavv]

Write a book all about how much you love me!