THE FLUX Release Party Tonight In Cleveland! With FLUX Nails! And FLUXcakes!
So the last of the Great Flux Events is tonight in Cleveland – my book release party, at Loganberry Books, at 7:00. I got my nails done according to that fantastic cover, and my favorite cupcake maker in all of Cleveland is making donut-themed cupcakes.
All that’s needed are, well, people! And I hope some show up! Maybe even some of you!
(Though if not, I’ll drown my sorrows in two dozen cupcakes. So I may die. Vital that you come, then.)
Anyway, that’s the last of the event parties for this year. (I tried to get a signing in Chicago for next weekend, but no bookstores wanted a Ferrett that weekend, and then I got an invite to a wedding, so… sorry, Chicago, get it together.) I’ll probably do some more activity for next year’s The Fix, but that’s a long time off.
Right now, The Flux has been out for four days, and a surprising amount of people have read it in a single day, and they’ve seemed to dig it. The book’s available if you want to order it from Amazon or Barnes and Noble or whereever, and if not, well, don’t mind me. I’ll be crying in the corner, my face smeared with delicious cupcakes.
Move along. I said move along.
Four Things I Learned About Sequels From Watching The Empire Strikes Back A Billion Times
Hey there! I’m on a big, whizzing blog tour right now to support my new book The Flux, writing about twenty entries and interviews – and I still want more! If you have a Literary Blog Of Note or a podcast you’d like me to be on, let’s talk!
But as y’all know, I’m a big Star Wars fan, and when it came time to write the sequel to Flex, I cribbed from the best. Over at Sci Fi Bulletin, I wrote the Four Things I Learned About Sequels From The Empire Strikes Back (and how I applied them to writing The Flux). So if you want to know what Empire did right in following up Star Wars, go read!
Rock Band 4: The Best Party In A While
When Rock Band was ascendant, we used to have Rock Band parties every week. People would come to La Casa McJuddMetz from all over to play fake plastic instruments and sing at full volume.
But that dwindled as the game did, and then Rock Band died after the stupendous effort of Rock Band 3.
Yet when I discovered that Rock Band 4 was releasing on the same day that my book The Flux did, well… that was kismet. Left to my own devices, I’d refresh Amazon sales ranks obsessively and check for new reviews. Having friends over, drinking cider and fumbling at the drums was the best distraction I could hope for!
So how was it?
Preliminary feedback on Rock Band 4 is… not good. We bought it for the XBox One, and none of our old plastic instruments worked – including, annoyingly, our Ion Drum kit, the badge of how truly obsessed we were at the height of it – so we had to buy all new plastic instruments. (And let’s be honest – Rock Band has the better gameplay, but their guitars have always been mushy and awful. I want to use my old Guitar Hero guitars.) They said we could import all our old favorite songs purchased on the XBox 360 platform, but as of last night only about a third of the songs we’d bought were actually marked as “purchased.”
They’re working on all of that, but what a rough start.
The game itself is… weirdly mixed. If you like Rock Band, well, it’s more Rock Band. But it feels unpolished thus far. Gini and I started, with the game not knowing us from Adam, and when we played our first song (B.o.B’s “Airplanes,” a very easy one), it said, “Hey do you want to do an encore?” and gave us a selection of four song types (“A song from the 2000s,” “A Devo song”) to vote for.
Pretty cool. So we selected “An alternative song.” And on our second song ever – again, not knowing our intrepid skill level – it chucked us straight into the five-star difficulty of Muse’s “Hysteria,” a song that no beginner would ever be able to complete.
So yeah. Not so great.
But the core of Rock Band is pretty untouchable, and pretty soon we were all arguing who got to be on drums and choosing songs and being baffled by the (still extremely large) selection we’d cultivated. We sang at full volume regardless of talent, and bombed out a couple of times, and the people who weren’t playing were off by the snacks yakking it up, and we made new and awesome friends and saw people we hadn’t seen in months.
So that was good.
And that’s why Rock Band keeps chugging along; the central gameplay brings people together. You all work to surpass this song, and it brings people together. They may have better things in store – they had “freestyle” guitar solos, where you weedle away needlessly and the program creates appropriately okay guitar solo guitar noises, but it was mostly confusing for people.
So is it a great game? I’ll let you know when I’ve put in some more hours. But for now, it gave me a great party with some of my crushes and friends all coalescing, and that was what I needed. So I’ll give it a shot.
(SIDE NOTE: Nathan asked me, “So are we ever going to find out what happened with your webcomic My Name Is Might Have Been? And the answer is, I actually tried to find the old plot notes for that to sync with the Rock Band premiere, going into my basement and searching through my last three laptops to see if I could locate the overview Cat Valente and I wrote. No dice on two laptops, and could not locate a charger for the the last and oldest laptop. If it ain’t there, I may try to recreate it, but I’d rather have what Cat and I agreed to. So some day. Assuming I can find a charger for an ancient Toshiba.)
THE FLUX Is Out Today!
If you are an author, you understand the importance of Tuesday.
Tuesday is when new books release in the USA.
And every Tuesday is a new “book birthday” for a host of authors – that day when their baby is shoved out a window, and there’s either a teeming crowd of people cheering in the street to catch it, or bouncing baby boy hits the pavement.
And with that cheery thought, it’s all done! This book I have been talking about for months is now in the public’s hands, and either y’all will like it or you won’t!
If you’re interested, well, it’s out. At Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Powell’s, or, well, just about everywhere. And it’s getting some nice reviews on Goodreads!
And Ken Liu – one of the most honored writers in modern science fiction – had this to say:
“The Flux is the best kind of sequel: bigger, deeper, scarier, funner. The emotional journey it takes the reader on is just as thrilling as the jaw-dropping wonders of videogamemancy and bureaucramancy. With the ‘Mancer series, Ferrett Steinmetz has achieved something rare in contemporary fantasy: a world that feels both truer and more magical than our own.”
So… yeah. If you feel like promoting this sucker further, I told you how last week. (Hint: Talking about it on social media and reviews are the life’s blood of any nascent author.)
Fly free, little book! Now fail or succeed on your own damn merits!
Miscellaneous Weasel: Thoughts On Sales Numbers And Bifocals
Book Weasel:
When I first heard that Flex was at the printer, I set myself a “Fuck You, Ferrett” number. I knew what an “average” book sold over the course of its lifetime, and I added 33% to that, and that was my “Fuck You, Ferrett” number.
That was the number where, if I sold that many copies of Flex, I would never ever ever be allowed to whine about its sales.
The thing is, I don’t actually know whether the “Fuck You, Ferrett” is a good number. Book publishing is a kind of terrifying landscape if you’re a numbers-oriented person like I am, making it impossible to know where you stand. You know for sure if you’re a triple-A success – but a midlist or debut success is harder to measure. Only a scant handful of authors actually reveal their sales numbers (Kameron Hurley being the most prominent), and they usually only do it when they’re successful.
So if you’re numbers-oriented, you try to gauge from other statistics. Amazon Sales rank? Too volatile. Reviews? Again, on Amazon they’re all over the map, and they rely heavily on who ya know. (Flex is disproportionately reviewed.) GoodReads numbers tell you something – for example, The Mechanical came out the same month that I did, and it has 1,200 reviews where I have 500. So it probably sold a lot better. But it’s Ian Tregellis’ fifth novel, and does that matter? He got George R.R. Martin to blurb him – does that matter?
Basically, whenever I think about sales, I can either feel like a proud debut novelist or a fraud of an underperformer, depending on who I’m comparing myself to and in what ways I slice the data that day. And that’s exacerbated by the fact that yeah, authors rarely talk about that novel that only sold 500 copies.
The good news is that the “Fuck You, Ferrett” number is close. We may nudge past it next week, when The Flux drops and Flex gets the inevitable sales boost. So thanks to everyone who supported Flex, because that literally wouldn’t have happened without y’all talking about it.
The bad news – at least for me – is that when I get some firmer numbers in, I will do a Kameron Hurley post discussing how many books I sold. And I have this depressing fear that I’ll reveal that number and people will go, “Aww, you went to all that fuss for that?” followed by a head-pat from people who write in Young Adult, where they have real sales.
But I’ve kind of made a history of revealing personal details and saying damn the consequences because I know for a fact that other people feel this way, and they deserve to know they’re not alone. And I know that other authors also want data points, so that’s coming.
Hoo boy.
Bifocal Weasel:
I got bifocals last Friday, and it took me about four days to adjust. I’m still not happy. I thought bifocals would solve my close-up vision, but it turns out that for real close-up work – about six inches or closer – I’m better taking them off. And there’s still a lot of blur in my peripherals, which I’ve never really gotten used to.
As it turns out, with glasses, you lay back and let your eyeballs do the work. Bifocals are a more active experience – you have to turn your head constantly, like an owl, to bring your gaze into the immobile focal spot. I get lazy when reading, and let some of the words in the periph get blurred. It’s basically more work, and it’s ironic that these are the old people glasses, because man, I’m mentally tracking this new step-count for my head.
But I see better on the whole. It’s just odd.