Comments on: Books on iPod. (Why Stephen King has been relegated to backup status) http://blog.calevans.com/2007/02/04/books-on-ipod-why-stephen-king-has-been-relegated-to-backup-status/ Lint I find in my mind's belly-button. Sun, 07 Sep 2008 15:05:02 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 By: Sheila http://blog.calevans.com/2007/02/04/books-on-ipod-why-stephen-king-has-been-relegated-to-backup-status/#comment-23572 Sheila Sat, 03 Mar 2007 20:18:22 +0000 http://blog.calevans.com/2007/02/04/books-on-ipod-why-stephen-king-has-been-relegated-to-backup-status/#comment-23572 The story above mentions "The Cell." The Stephen King novel is just called Cell. It isn't any good, by the way. It is a Michael Crichton style tale, where the author appears bored with his own story and behaves as though he wrote the entire thing while half asleep. The story above mentions “The Cell.” The Stephen King novel is just called Cell. It isn’t any good, by the way. It is a Michael Crichton style tale, where the author appears bored with his own story and behaves as though he wrote the entire thing while half asleep.

]]> By: Scott Sigler http://blog.calevans.com/2007/02/04/books-on-ipod-why-stephen-king-has-been-relegated-to-backup-status/#comment-20636 Scott Sigler Tue, 06 Feb 2007 07:16:41 +0000 http://blog.calevans.com/2007/02/04/books-on-ipod-why-stephen-king-has-been-relegated-to-backup-status/#comment-20636 Man, you've hit the nail right on the head. The reason my stuff is good, and other podcast novelists provide good stuff, is that we bust our ass to make it top-shelf. We're volunteering our time, we're vying for market share, fighting for attention - there is no "phoning it in." If I don't put out the best story I can write, who's going to listen? I've got no big publishing company behind me, no marketing, no PR, no crack publicity team, I'm not on Letterman, Leno, Oprah Conan or any of the others ... the ONLY way I spread my poison is by word of mouth. That's it. The record companies forgot this a long time ago. So have the movie companies. The put out watered-down schlock that's geared to cater to the lowest common demoninator. That's where the new wave of fiction talent is different - we write what we WANT to write, and if you don't like it, there's the fucking door, just move on down the road. There's a billion people on the internet - I can give my content away, find a miniscule percentage of that billion, and still have tens of thousands of listeners. Sure, I don't get everyone, but the ones that I do get, man, I get them hooked. There's a wave coming that's going to crush the publishing empires. It's not going to be here tomorrow, because over 50% of the people who by books are not the computer-embeded culture of those under 30. But it is coming, and soon. I like to think that the people giving their fiction content away, the Doctorows, the Hutchins, et cetera, we're the barbarians at the gates of the big publishers. And when their sales dry up, and they are going out of business, they'll wonder what the hell happened why everyone else wonders why they had their head so far up their ass they weren't paying attention when the world shifted. That, or they can throw money at me so I can sell out. Either way, poppa needs a new pair of shoes. Man, you’ve hit the nail right on the head. The reason my stuff is good, and other podcast novelists provide good stuff, is that we bust our ass to make it top-shelf. We’re volunteering our time, we’re vying for market share, fighting for attention - there is no “phoning it in.” If I don’t put out the best story I can write, who’s going to listen? I’ve got no big publishing company behind me, no marketing, no PR, no crack publicity team, I’m not on Letterman, Leno, Oprah Conan or any of the others … the ONLY way I spread my poison is by word of mouth. That’s it.

The record companies forgot this a long time ago. So have the movie companies. The put out watered-down schlock that’s geared to cater to the lowest common demoninator. That’s where the new wave of fiction talent is different - we write what we WANT to write, and if you don’t like it, there’s the fucking door, just move on down the road. There’s a billion people on the internet - I can give my content away, find a miniscule percentage of that billion, and still have tens of thousands of listeners. Sure, I don’t get everyone, but the ones that I do get, man, I get them hooked.

There’s a wave coming that’s going to crush the publishing empires. It’s not going to be here tomorrow, because over 50% of the people who by books are not the computer-embeded culture of those under 30. But it is coming, and soon. I like to think that the people giving their fiction content away, the Doctorows, the Hutchins, et cetera, we’re the barbarians at the gates of the big publishers. And when their sales dry up, and they are going out of business, they’ll wonder what the hell happened why everyone else wonders why they had their head so far up their ass they weren’t paying attention when the world shifted.

That, or they can throw money at me so I can sell out. Either way, poppa needs a new pair of shoes.

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