You Don’t Know Me But… DRAGONOCALYPSE: A HERO’S TALE

A brave novel from a modern master.

No one gives a damn about local authors. That’s the take-away from Boys Don’t Read’s latest effort to support area book stores.

Our goal: To bolster the sagging profits of brick-and-mortar booksellers by offering them a first shot at selling a Boys Don’t Read exclusive:

DRAGONOCALYPSE: A HERO’S TALE

A modern epistolary novel for our time

by Uther Blackstone (BDR pen name)

Log Line: In a world still recovering from the zombie, then vampire, then sun/moon-related apocalypses, a sixteen-year-old suburban girl is coming into her own through a series of thoughtful journal entries. Then, the dragons descend.

With a YA market ripe for Armageddon, and the word “Dragonocalypse” still relatively free of copyright issues, this was going to be a win-win for local markets and the currently non-existent profit margin for the Boys Don’t Read blog.

We decided to first offer this juicy opportunity to Powell’s City of Books. We figured they were big, but also doing more good for local authors than most of the other brick-and-mortar bookstores we’ve stopped going to.

Call with Powell’s City of Books:

Store Operator: Hello, Powell’s City of Books.

BDR: Hello. I’m a local author interested in selling my book at your store. Can you tell me which steps I need to take to be on your shelves?

Store Operator: We actually have a phone recording you can listen to. It’s extension #5600.  There’s a lot of information.

BDR: Right, right. But what’s the real extension?

Store Operator: For what?

BDR: The real authors. The big ones.

Store Operator: That’s our only extension for local authors.

BDR: I see. Does the name “Uther Blackstone” mean anything to you?

Store Operator: I’m sorry, it doesn’t.

BDR: Then maybe you’re not really interested in carrying DRAGONOCALYPSE: A HERO’S TALE. A book that will literally sell millions of copies.

Store Operator: I can’t say if we’d be interested or not. But the extension will have all the information you need. Can I transfer you now?

BDR: If you must.

Store Operator: Okay. Thank you!

Naturally, we hung up. We don’t have time for recordings when we’re in possession of a book that is already setting market trends from where it sits, unread, on a desk in Eugene, Oregon. So screw it. The independents don’t want to play ball? Let them cry into their Stumptown lattes while the national chains laugh all the way to the bank.

Call with Barnes & Noble:

The first two Barnes & Noble stores were (predictably) filled with human cogs and widgets incapable of making decisions. At the third store, it was clear I was working with a Dealmaker.

B&N Dealmaker: Hello, Barnes and Noble.

BDR: Hello. I’m a local author wondering about your policy for carrying my book.

B&N Dealmaker: Well. We use the same system for carrying all of our books no matter where the author is from. So I can go ahead and see if you’re in our distribution system.

BDR: Wonderful.

B&N Dealmaker: Do you have the ISBN number?

BDR: What?

B&N Dealmaker: The title should do. Or your name.

BDR: Certainly. My name is Uther Blackstone.

B&N Dealmaker: Luther?

BDR: Uther. It’s medieval.

B&N Dealmaker: Okay. And the title?

BDR: Dragonocalypse.

B&N Dealmaker: Can you spell that?

BDR: D-R-A-G-O-N, and then an O. That’s what trips people up. Then C-A-L-Y-P-S-E.

B&N Dealmaker: Okay. Well I don’t see you in our system.

BDR: Oh. You probably need the full title, which is: DRAGONOCALYPSE: A HERO’S TALE. A modern epistolary novel for our time.

B&N Dealmaker (pause, clacking keys): Mmm. Still not seeing it.

BDR: Really. That’s so strange.

B&N Dealmaker: Is there a house you’re with? Or a distributor?

BDR: Yes, a house. I’m at a house right now.

B&N Dealmaker: A publishing house?

BDR: No. Kind of. I did publish this book at my house.

B&N Dealmaker: So it’s a self-published book.

BDR: Self-printed, actually.

B&N Dealmaker: So you aren’t working with a distributor.

BDR: What do you think I’m doing right now? Distributing.

B&N Dealmaker: (silence)

BDR: Look. This hits all the trends. Girls. Journals. Dragons. The apocalypse. Do you have any idea how hot this stuff is right now?

B&N Dealmaker: It sounds very interesting, but we really need to have you work with a distributor. Have you tried Ingram or Small Press Distribution?

BDR: There is nothing small about this book. It’s 200,000 words. It’s actually bigger than my head. I’m holding it right now. It’s really heavy.

B&N Dealmaker: That’s very impressive. It sounds wonderful, but we have our company policy and there’s really nothing we can do. I can look up the phone numbers of a few distributors if you like.

BDR: Fine. You seem nice. We’ll knock the price down. How much will you pay?

B&N Dealmaker: We have no way to pay you without a distributor.

BDR: I am the distributor!

B&N Dealmaker: Right. But we don’t currently work with you.

BDR: That’s the problem. This book is called DRAGONOCALYPSE. Do you want to hear the log line?

B&N Dealmaker: I’d be happy to hear it, but it won’t change what we’re able to do.

BDR: We’ll see. (Reads log line.)

B&N Dealmaker: That’s funny, actually. Is it a comedy?

BDR: No. It’s a modern epistolary novel for our time.

B&N Dealmaker: I do wish you the best. I hope you’re able to make it into the system.

BDR: So this is over? This is it?

B&N Dealmaker: I think so. I’m sorry.

And it was very nearly over. DRAGONOCALYPSE, a literary time bomb wired to explode money into the faces of everyone around it, was in the process of being diffused by small-minded corporate shills and hipster elitists.

But we couldn’t let that happen. So we did what any self-respecting artist would do. We rubber-banded the only copy of our manuscript, doused it in glitter, and left it on the shelves of the Barnes & Noble YA section.

I know what you’re thinking. We’re just giving it away???! Look – Amazon didn’t turn a profit for five years, and now they’re gobbling up independent booksellers faster than dragons can swallow thoughtful teenagers and their journals.

So our lesson to you, local authors: If you know what’s good for you, follow Boys Don’t Read’s Two Steps to Success.

1) Print out your unpublished manuscript on 8 ½ x 11 paper.

2) Shove it in the YA section of your nearest bookstore.

You’ll eliminate the need for agents, publishers, marketing executives, booksellers, reviewers, and the people in New York who might’ve otherwise written you checks – and route your story directly from your genius head and into the hands of your reader(s).

As Ursula K. Le Guin once said: “Trying to get rich writing is a damn-fool idea.” So do it for the love. Do it for the art. Do it – for the Dragonocalypse.

M.T. Anderson: The Exclusive Interview

He never uncrossed his arms. Not once.

M.T. Anderson, suffering from low blood sugar, disapproves of our opening paragraph.

It was the perfect plan. Convince M.T. Anderson to do an interview with Boys Don’t Read, then use his career to catapult ourselves from relative obscurity into peripheral fame. But we needed an edge: something to ensure we got the quotes no one else got. After fruitless attempts at research, focus groups, and other methods of uncharacteristic integrity, we settled on the tried and true technique of discovering and exploiting a physical weakness. In his case: hypoglycemia. Armed with the knowledge that low blood sugar commonly causes confusion, anger, and memorable quotations, we scheduled our interview between meal times, then offered him sweets and waited for low blood sugar to work its magic. Here’s how it went:

 

BDR: Would you like a cupcake?

MTA: Oh, sure. Do they have nuts in them? I have an allergy.

BDR: We don’t know. You should probably err on the side of caution and –

MTA: *eats entire cupcake*

BDR: Please don’t die.

MTA: I seem to be fine.

BDR: So –  why don’t we start? You’ve gone from books about nerdy fast food employees to futuristic social commentary, to epic tomes written in period-specific language. Are you ever going to write, say, a book with a brooding hunk and a love triangle?

MTA: Actually, I think most brooding hunks are already in a love triangle with themselves.

BDR: Right. Me, my good looks, and my angst.

MTA: Exactly. So no, I don’t think I’m headed in that direction. Though the topic does interest me as kind of a perennial discussion within teen literature. I think the thing that’s often a problem with a certain kind of YA book is that there’s already a built-in solution to the romantic dilemma. Usually the problem is one of the people is rich and snobby or something similar, and then it turns out the poor humble guy was actually the right choice.

BDR: Do you think these stories can affect how teenagers look at relationships and love?

MTA: If you look at popular literature and plays, at least as far back as the 19th century, you see this kind of story: about the one lover who is good and the one who is bad and I think the problem is that it fosters an overly simplistic view of our emotional lives. And yes, some people are swayed by that simplicity. It creates a sense that their lives should be sweeping them away somehow, as opposed to experiencing the sorts of ruinous and complex emotions that happen in any actual relationship. I mean, I’m an ex-geek. Or, more accurately, an ex-teenage geek. I don’t know if, uh, you guys –

(With a glance, M.T. Anderson asks Boys to show him their Geek Cards.)

BDR: Really, you have to ask?

MTA: I just didn’t want to make any assumptions.

BDR: C’mon. This room could be a nerdy glasses expo.

MTA: Okay, so you know what it’s like to be a nerdy boy and you’re every girl’s best friend, and you know the classic line: You are so funny, what’s your friend’s name? It’s knowing that you have some emotional importance to a particular girl or boy but for some reason or another it’s never going to be the emotional importance you want. That’s what really happens in relationships. So to tie everything up in a story – so neatly like that, with the obvious good and the bad – it’s kind of like a “fuck you” to eccentrics.

BDR: In at least three of your books, you write with a dialect or an invented slang.  In 300 years, will people be writing books set in the early 2000s using things like “LOL” and “OMFG”?

MTA: Absolutely. If they write historical novels, they’ll have to use that. But if they’re anything like the historical inaccuracies in novels we write now, the characters could easily be using these words while dressed in 1950s clothing. Picture a woman in a poodle skirt saying: “LMAO! WTF?” (exclamations delivered in-character, to great effect.)

BDR: You write using the initials M.T. Does anyone ever call you “Mount Anderson” by accident?

MTA: No, but people have called me “Empty.” My editor joked that my first book was THIRSTY by Empty. But there is actually a “Mount Anderson” reference in my second PALS IN PERIL book.

BDR: Damn — so you already made that joke? We thought we were being really clever.

MTA: Yeah, well. Sorry guys.

BDR: You seem very comfortable with alternate storytelling styles, be it digital, non-linear, or web-based, and you recently used the term “post-book world.” Will you mourn the death of the novel?

MTA: I would. Absolutely. I should clarify what I meant – I feel like the novel as a unidirectional, long form of storytelling is not going away, although we may be reading it on different devices. We live in a complicated word and we need forms of storytelling that plunge us in-depth into that kind of world. Sometimes you have to wade through a thing to understand it in its entirety. That’s important, and I think there’s tremendous danger to something that simplifies beyond a certain level.

BDR: Do you ever go into book stores and sneak your novels from the YA shelves over into Literature — because Hello??! National Book Award, people.

MTA: No, I don’t. But Candlewick has put out a new edition of OCTAVIAN NOTHING that’s being made for the adult market. It has a different cover and different words in the title are accentuated.

BDR: So you are kind of doing that, just with an air of legitimacy.

The original.

The original.

Sneaky.

Literary subterfuge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


MTA: I’d say that’s right.

BDR: Editors and agents always say “write what you know” – but what if what you know turns out to be completely uninteresting?

MTA: I don’t agree with writing what you know. If you’re writing a fantasy novel, you’re obviously not writing what you know. If I were just to write what I know it would be about eating Cheerios in the morning and watching police procedurals at night. You can’t just write about what you know, but you have to know the emotional reality. It’s clear when people write about something they don’t emotionally know, but I disagree with the notion that people should just write about their own lives.

BDR: You once said intelligence is the final taboo in young adult literature. How queasy does the explicit use of intelligence make the YA publishing industry?

MTA: It depends entirely. I do occasionally run across a child literacy specialist who says my work is way too hard for kids to read, and I always feel kind of angry about that. As someone who was a teen geek, I was awkward and ugly and unprepossessing and my curiosity and love of reading were really all I had going for me. So when I see adults taking those things away from kids it really upsets me – and it’s always done with a sense of shame about it. This happens to kids everywhere. People in their family, in their school, or in their group do this, so kids often have to hide their interests. As if somehow it’s embarrassing to be interested in things and know things. All this repression happening at different levels can create a really contorted sense of who you are.

Do you ever meet these kids who suddenly, for example, want to tell you everything they know about torpedoes and then once you’re listening they tell you everything in this really brittle way? You can feel it in their clattering delivery – the pressure that has been put on them NOT to know things, to hold things back, and so it comes blasting out all at once.

When I hear adults shying away from the intelligence of kids, it’s like – fuck you. And for these kids, if they’re anything like me or my friends in school, they’re thinking: “Don’t take that away from me. That’s all I am. Otherwise I’m just a romantically unsuccessful geek with nothing going for me.”

BDR: I see the cupcake is working.

MTA: Pardon me?

BDR: Nothing. In our last interview, Jonathan L. Auxier told us he was thus named because his father wanted his initials to match the Justice League of America. Can you top that?

MTA: Wow. That’s good. Well – a couple things come to mind. There’s always something about the Mass Transit Authority that strikes me as close to home. And every time I see the letters from an ATM reflected in glass, it’s kind of like they’re calling to me. Also, I go by Tobin and there’s a Tobin Bridge where I tell my friends I was conceived, because there’s always a lot of traffic on that bridge.

BDR: You wrote THIRSTY before TWILIGHT, and FEED before everyone else got on about post-apocalyptic worlds. Are you: 1) smarter than everyone else, 2) getting inside information, or 3) a time traveler?

MTA: Yes. Well, you see, I scrupulously avoid being part of the trend to avoid any massive amount of dollars I could make from a spike in sales.

BDR: That’s very altruistic of you. But could you please answer the question with the number 1, 2, or 3?

MTA: You know, MIT held a conference on time travel, and they devoted one session to “Visitors from the Future.” They just blocked off this chunk of time at the conference so if anywhere at all down the line time travel was developed, there would be a slot of available time for them to come in and say “I’m here from the future” and address the audience. The thinking was, no matter when time travel was developed, they’d always be able to get back to this particular session. So, of course, no one showed up. We were talking about it afterward and someone perked up and said, “Well, hey. Maybe next year.”

BDR: That’s a great story. Could you please answer our question?

MTA: *stares*

BDR: *licks finger, dabs cupcake crumbs from plate*

MTA: *checks watch*

BDR: Okay. Who would win in a fight: Luke Skywalker or Harry Potter?

MTA: Probably Harry Potter, but I’d be rooting for Luke Skywalker.

BDR: Who would you rather fight: Luke Skywalker or Harry Potter?

MTA: Harry Potter because I think Luke Skywalker, with his light saber, is more likely to leave me dismembered.

BDR: You are a skilled wordsmith and grammarian. Since there are two of us asking questions, can we still call this interview “exclusive?”

MTA: Hmm. I guess this room is otherwise sealed from outsiders, so yes.

BDR: *high five one another*

MTA: So I’m assuming we’re done here.

M.T. Anderson went on to get dinner. The Boys, for their part, high fived well into the evening.

Heroes, Hulkamania, and Sandwiches

So, I wanted to make this a funny post. Because that’s what we do here.You’d be all, Haha! And I’d be thinking I was so damn clever. See, I was going to talk about sub sandwiches. About how they’re one of the few foods I truly miss since going Veg so many years ago. I’d wax poetic about mayonnaise, another non-vegan food that I may or may not dream about. And cheese. Oh, cheese.

Because, you know, Heroes are Subs (or even Grinders), depending on what part of the country you live in.

And the last line of the post would’ve been something like: “Oh, shit … Heroes.”

I know. Genius.

But then I got serious on my ass. Because as much as I’d like to say my heroes are people like Cesar Chavez and Howard Zinn (and they’re pretty damn high up on the list), I had to get real. I had to admit my heroes are decidedly less high-brow.

We’re talking G.I. Joe. We’re talking Han (shot first) Solo. And, of course, we’re talking Hulk Hogan.

Okay, so right away, let’s just go ahead and say that a man’s later-day sins (Hogan Knows Best, Celebrity Championship Wrestling, Adultery) don’t take away from the glory he brought to the world in his earlier life. Like being World Heavyweight Champion. And posing for this picture.

We’re also talking about – weirdly, I know – a man who was a hero.

For some reason, I needed this sort of overt influence in my life. Maybe it was growing up in a single-mother environment. Maybe it was being one of the poor kids in a ridiculously rich town. Whatever the reason, Hulk Hogan was important to me. And despite how I feel about professional wrestling now, whenever I see Hulk Hogan or Ravishing Rick Rude or Koko B. Ware or the Honky Tonk Man, I become 10 years-old again. I become the kid scrounging for change in the couch, hoping to raise enough money to convince my uncle to order Wrestlemania on Pay-Per-View. The kid who cried when Hogan finally – finally! – body slammed Andre the Giant (pre-Princess Bride) to the matt and (1-2-3) became World Champion.

In a weird way, this is why I write – to create characters like Hulk Hogan. No, not overly-muscled dudes prone to tassels, sequins, and exaggerated speech patterns. Instead, I’m trying to create a hero that might not look like a hero to the rest of the world. A private hero, one for the kid who is really struggling. For the kid who needs something bigger than his life. Heroes that can help a kid learn that, yes, sometimes the world can be shit. But man, there are days when it really shines, too.

And Hulk Hogan will always be a part of this.

Listen, I realize there are better heroes than Hulk Hogan – especially in literature. And I’m sure somebody out there will point me to a picture of Hogan now, feeble and flabby – hobbling around on knees that carried around a giant for too long.

But that’s missing the point.

Because he flew higher than I could imagine. He lived fast and hard and made me think it might be okay to take a chance. To do something bigger. And for the kid who wore the wrong jeans and never had the right shoes, I needed somebody to give me a sense of what was possible. Because what if the future you hope for doesn’t materialize unless you take the chance, unless you try something legendary?

I want characters like that. Ones that live high above the rest of the world.  Ones that stand for something and sometimes make really bad decisions. Ones that, despite themselves, still keep you on their side. I want heroes who force you to realize that failure will never be as scary as apathy, as not taking your chance.

Because you never know who’s watching. You never know who’s reading. You never know what that kid – wearing his mom’s robe, ready to jump off the couch onto an un-expecting cousin – needs as a catalyst to take his own chance. To create his own heroes.

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Now That You’re Home

Okay, so you went to SCBWI. Maybe you hung out with famous people. Maybe you stalked Judy Blume or Libba Bray or anybody else who happened to be wearing a Faculty nametag. Or maybe you spent most of your time hanging around the pool, wishing that one dude would catch a clue (or a cold) and put on a bathing suit that actually covered what needs to be covered.

Whatever happened, now you’re home. You’re looking at your bank statement or credit card, wondering where it all went (Best quote of the weekend came from Steve: “I was ordering glasses of chapagne like I was P. Diddy or something.”) You’re clicking on the #LA11SCBWI hashtag on Twitter, hoping somebody put up something new. You’re already refresching SCBWI’s website every five minutes, hoping they release the Winter Conference details.

Because flights are cheap six months out.

Okay, you were inspired. Hell, I was inspired, too. I met some amazing people and made some great connections. I mentioned an idea to my agent which proceeded to snowball into something I didn’t expect. Something great. And yes, that’s what these conferences are about. They’re about finding inspiration. They’re about making connections. They’re about late night conversations in the bar, talking about whether the second half of Return of the Jedi (Ewoks) is enough to ruin the genius first part (Where Luke finally kicks ass… and it’s not…) These conferences are about hearing Judy Blume tell you to get turned on by your own writing. It’s about hearing, maybe for the first time, that everybody has shitty drafts and awful experiences and, yes, sometimes it does get better.

But you can’t let it end when you check out of the hotel.

Conferences are a great way to find inspiration, but eventually you have to get to the solitary, sometimes awful (but almost always beneficial) process of putting your ass in the seat and writing like a mother–well, you get the idea. There has to be a point where you say, “Now is the time when I kick ass.”

Because it has to be about the writing. It can never be about what agent or editor your met at the pajama party. It can never be about how you made Gary Paulsen laugh in the hallway. It has to be about the writing. It has to be about the writing. It has to be about the writing.

Do I need to say it again?

Fine: It has to be about the writing.

Now, I could say something like, “Think about the time when you get to go back to the conference as a published writer… as a keynote… as a faculty member!”  But that’s bullshit. Seriously, don’t worry about that. It’s just white noise. Sit down and write your book. Don’t get online and look up the submission details for that one agent. Don’t search out every interview that editor has ever given.

Just write.

Just write.

Just write.

And we’ll see you in New York.