The Printed Fox

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Did I Just Get Slut Shamed?

Okay, so, on Monday afternoon I was told by one of my relatives that "since [I] write what [I] know," I obviously must have done everything in my books. The implication being that I'm either loose, a slut, or a deranged and perverted freak.

...Um...



Well, she got me. I'm here to tell you that every single act of sex, depravity, and abuse in my books is something that I have personally done or experienced because I have absolutely no imagination, nor do I have any idea what this "researching thing" is.

And while I'm coming out, before y'all get all knicker-twisty when my first paranormal comes out later this year or early 2015, you heard it here first: I have killed entire families and eaten them for breakfast. See, this one time, there was this article, and it was about a guy who totally ate this other guy's face off. I thought that was kinda cool but didn't really have that special "oomph" I was looking for, so I thought I'd just do the whole family.

Also...I'm a werewolf. I was bitten a few years ago. My name is Howls With A Yip (please don't laugh; my pack already makes fun of me for it and it makes me tuck my tail sometimes). I like long walks in the park, squeaky toys, and the feel of real Gucci leather between my teeth. My dislikes include cat shifters and peanut butter. People just laugh at me when I eat it, for some reason.

So if I forget and sniff your butt instead of giving my paw, just bear with me. My trainer says I'm doing really well, but I'm still really treat oriented.



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Saturday, April 12, 2014

On upheavals

Some of you may already know this, and others are only now finding out that I've recently relocated.

Talk about massive upheaval. All of it was for a good cause, and I'm very glad to say that I love where I am now. So much has happened in the two weeks since I left the midwest, and it's ironic that as much as I use imagery and description as an author, the only thing I can compare it to is like popping a really massive pimple. You know, the kind that you just squeeze even a little, and it bursts all over the bathroom mirror and you have to get the Windex before your mom screams at you because she just cleaned this bathroom and what, were you raised in a barn?!

Seriously. In two weeks I've lost eleven pounds, fixed my plantar fasciitis that I've suffered through since January of last freakin' year, changed my self-image, love looking in the mirror, regained the ability to smile and laugh, and bought a punching bag.

Dude! Me! Meek little pacifist me. I talk a lot, because that's all I really need. Hate violence. Who needs it when you have the ability to reduce someone to their butthurt little inner child in ten words or less?

Well, unless you're a spider, in which case fuck you, I squish you dead.

But yeah, punching bag! Really great for the lats (mine were screaming bloody hell the next day, which was awesome), and really great for repressed rage. Lemme tell you, I thought that shit was buried so far down that only the cold tentacles of the Eldritch Gods would find it in the murk. Nope! One, two, three punches on that thing showed me a shallow, hastily-disguised trap door leading right to it.

Funny thing is, the more I unleash on that Everlast, the more familiar I get with all that formerly-buried shit, the happier and freer I become. I know this sounds like kindergarten "Duh!" type shit, but seriously, in twenty years I have tried just about everything you could think of. Anything that any number of counselors, articles in psych journals, self-help books, and doctors could think of. I thought I was going to have to either die with this shit festering, or live long enough to end up on the 6 o'clock news up in a bell tower with a sniper rifle.

Somewhere back there, I turned a corner. Somewhere back there, I finally learned how to say "fuck that shit" and stick to it. I've even stood up to my dad and very clearly said, "This is my boundary, and you may not cross it. Stop it." And I didn't retreat; he did. That was a transformative moment for me, lemme tell you. Since then, I haven't quivered even once in any sort of confrontation where before I would vibrate worse than those massage chairs they slam you in when you go get a deluxe pedicure.

Somewhere back there, I literally stopped caring about what they think, what they say, how I might come across. I stopped letting my obligations rule me. Hell, I stopped looking at them as obligations because the only fucking obligation I have is to Little Owl. My light, my life, my joy, my preschooler-going-on-teenager.

I used to love upheavals. They were my heaven crashing to the ground, burning the old to fertilize new growth. Somewhere, I stagnated. Somewhere, I gave away my power (again) and tried to be a good little homemaker and fit myself into the person I thought I wanted to be. The person I thought would make my inner child happy. The person I thought would recreate my home as a child with all of the Cleaver Family wonderfulness we used to have, without all the Married-With-Children and Three-Faces-of-Eve crap that went along with it.

Turns out that isn't who I am at all, no matter how good my brownies and sewing skills are. I realized my only responsibility is to be the best example for my daughter, to teach her what being a true, strong, courageous woman really is all about. And in order to do that, my highest duty, then, was to be absolutely true to myself and unafraid to own it. In fact, I'm now afraid to do any less, for fear of teaching her to limit herself.

When it was just me, I could be as weak-spined and full of shit as I wanted. But now those large, hazel eyes of Little Owl are looking up at me, and I can't afford to be anything less than the badass motherfucker I really am.

Holy shit. I'm rather awesome.










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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

It's totally been forever...

...since I posted here.

Lots of stuff going on, most of it personal, but all of it really...really time-consuming.

I finished my current WIP! Yay me!





Seriously. I've been working on this piece for a year, but with school and toddler and everything, I didn't touch it for more than half a year.

Then suddenly, Boxing Day 2013, BAM! Life event causes total breakdown of all motivation killers, and I bust out ten thousand words in two days. In seven weeks, the bitch was done.

DONE.

It's over 120k words, but still. Damn right it's a parade. 

I'm hoping this means I'll be posting here on a more regular basis again. But The Printed Fox might be one of things I update sporadically, which means I know I'll never get massive traffic here. Ah well.

Oh yeah, and I'm moving. Yayfunjoy. I can't seem to stay in one place very long, apparently.

Anyway, just had to share. Stay tuned, because the editing process for Duchess of War has begun, so look for a release date later this year! I'm hoping my publisher will have it out this summer, but I'll have to seriously kick my ass to get it in release shape by then.

We'll see.

Ciao!










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Monday, October 7, 2013

Author PSA Reblog

I'm reblogging this from over at Jeanette Vaughan's blog. You can read the original blog here.

When AgeView Press Indie pubbed the book FLYING SOLO in May of 2012, the author, Jeanette Vaughan immediately began tracking sales. She heard from excited friends and family who immediately emailed when ordering their copies. The first sales were off of Createspace’s e-store with the title ID number given to the author. Then, through Amazon, a week later, when the book went live on the site. Finally on Kindle, when the ebook format was completed.


Initially, things appeared kosher. People exclaiming that they had ordered the book, were showing up within a day or two on the electronic royalty reports with a reasaonable accuracy. But by June and July, sales descrepencies were noted by the author from customers claiming that they had purchased the book directly through Amazon, not an Amazon affiliate. Many of these sales were simply not listed.The author contacted Createspace customer support, who gave assurance that all sales were being accurately reported. FLYING SOLO was now also on Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) Select, as well as expanded distribution channels, which included Amazon affiliates in the UK, France, Germany, Italy, and Spain. Sales were being reported to the author from readers and bookclubs in Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.

The first note of apparent discrepancy came when a dear friend of the author ordered three copies of the book from Amazon in June. These books were ordered all at the same time, from Amazon.com direct. Yet, that cluster of three sales was never posted as such. Another instance in early July involved the same issue. Again, a customer ordered three copies, yet no sales were trackable through Amazon’s channels for three sales purchased on the same day.

In the meantime, the author was making public appearnances, being featured on blogs and radio, and rounding with booksignings. During the months of June and July, no expanded distribution channel sales were posted on the royalty report, yet customers were emailing the author letting her know how much the book was being enjoyed overseas. More than 15 five star reviews for the novel were posted on Amazon.

What should have shown as a surge of sales, as the book peaked, never appeared on the royalty reports. The author was suspect. She contacted Ingram [Delena's note: the original post has a link, but it's broken, and I don't feel comfortable providing any other ones] directly, only to be informed that they were not supposed to reveal information to an author directly. So, the Indie publisher, AgeView Press made the call. Ingram showed 16 copies of the book ordered through their system total since May. Those sales never showed on the June or July royalty report. The author filed formal complaints with Createspace customer service, but received only canned letters in response explaining that indeed there was an issue with reports in Expanded Distribution and it was being investigated. Advice to the author from Createspace? Please be patient.

By August, it was clear there were gross inaccuracies. The 30 copies ordered from Barnes and Noble never showed up. Few, if any, sales were listed for August. Yet. the author had confirmation of over 4,000 copies in distribution worldwide. The crowning blow came in September. A plan was devised. A friend, agreed to help with the investigation. She ordered a copy of FLYING SOLO on September 7th, taking screen shots of her order and confirmation of payment directly from Amazon. She printed out her receipt showing date and time of purchase. The book arrived on September 13, to San Jose, California. Photos were taken. The sale was complete. Copies of all screenshots and receipts were scanned and sent to the author. By September 20th, no sales were shown at all on Createspaces report. Phoning Createspace, the author was informed that no sales were showing for Amazon for the month for that title. It was time for outrage! What had been suspected, had now been proven. Not once, but twice!

Time to climb up the foodchain. After many phonecalls and emails to Createspace, a Senior customer service “executive” phoned personally and stated he would investigate. Talk about a wacky result. Due to the print on demand status of Createspace books, sometimes they are one or two books ahead. Thus even though your book was printed in one month, but sold in another, a royalty might actually show up in the prior month for that sale. What???

No one expects to get rich off of writing a book. Few and far between experience the Oprah Bookclub golden orbs of success. But how are authors to trust a system, happy to take their money for assisting to create and publish a book, which does not thoroughly, detail accurate sales? Simply outrageous. What options does that leave the Indie publishers? How can they possibly track the success of their marketing efforts. Is the publishing world doomed to be controlled by the big six? Are small bookstores and Indie presses to be overrun by powerhouse chains which offer the Indie published writer no turf?

How can the press or the author be sure those sales are accurate with no detail? Rise up Indie authors! Repost this story! Tweet it, facebook it. Make it go viral. Print it and send it to your local newspaper and the Associated Press. This abject fraud is outrageous and MUST STOP!

John R. Clark, Managing Editor, AgeView Press


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Sunday, September 1, 2013

Some sweet reviews for Devil's Bitch

Since its release in the closing days of July, Devil's Bitch has received three 5-star ratings over at Amazon and Goodreads, and has an overall rating of 4.6 stars at Amazon.

Well, it only has five reviews right now, but still! That's pretty good for only a month out. I wanted to share the review Romance Junkies posted for Devil's Bitch, because it was really super exciting, and gave me chills, it was so stunning.

I won't post the whole thing; you can read it on the site. However, there were a few things I wanted to share because of how incredibly awesome I think they are:

DEVIL’S BITCH is a more brutal version of the Taming of the Shrew storyline. Norelia is intensely focused on her duties to the troops yet seems to have forgone any of her own desires in the process and has become insensitive to those around her. ...Delena Silverfox really impressed me with this storyline, I fully expected lots of battles and a woman stubbornly refusing to marry, what I hadn’t anticipated was the emotional impact her backstory would have.

Is that not just freakin' awesome?! Devil's Bitch got itself associated with Shakespeare. Now if that's not amazing, I have no idea what is!

Also, I got this nifty graphic from Romance Junkies.  =)

If you don't already have your copy of Devil's Bitch, you can get yours now from any of these online stores:

Amazon (Kindle) | Amazon (Print) | ARe |
 Naughty Nights Press | Smashwords | Kobo


Ciao!









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