Weblit is a funny thing. For it to work, it needs to be free, it needs to engage and hold an audience over long stretches of time, and it should hopefully give the author some real-time feedback into how things are going. The ways it differs from print writing are obvious, but never as obvious as when you’re trying to bridge the gap between the two worlds.
At the end of August, Nancy [Brauer] and I set up an 1889 Labs booth at Toronto’s FanExpo convention in the hopes of spreading the word about what we do. We had postcards, bookmarks, samplers and print editions, ebooks and posters. We had a monitor playing book trailers, we had candy to draw people in, we had everything you could possibly imagine to make people notice us. We were ready for anything. Except how to sell ourselves.
It’s not that we didn’t know the method by which we’d sell. We knew how to pitch things, how to guide people through our catalogue. But it was distant and awkward: our titles were available for free, so why buy them? If we were selling, what were the products, and why spend money on them? It was like we were missing a piece of our logic, made worse in person, and people didn’t know how to react, and you could see it in their eyes. The online model wasn’t converting, and for a while, it looked like we’d made a horrible mistake going to the convention at all.
But then something happened, entirely by accident. A woman came to the booth, and she started looking at our book sampler for “The New Real” — about 1,000 words meant to give a taste of the story — in the usual “politely pitying browsing” way that many people had. Feeling quite defeated, I totally botched my usual sales pitch. “That’s an odd one,” I said, and she smiled a bit, getting ready to leave. “If it seems disjointed, it’s only because I was squeezing five or six random ideas into it at once.”
She looked up at that, obviously thinking I was some kind of idiot. “I don’t get it,” she said, turning the paper over like there was an answer printed on another side somewhere. “It seems pretty normal to me.”
“Oh, that’s good,” I said, now having completely given up all hopes of pitching. “Sometimes I cover it up well, and sometimes it’s just a mess.”
“Cover… WHAT up?” she asked, looking for my missing antipsychotic meds on the table.
“It’s livewriting,” I said. “It’s a melting pot of crazy ideas, and sometimes the melting doesn’t quite work.”
She stared at me for a good long time, and then just as I thought she was going to leave, she did something unexpected.
“I think you need to explain that again.”
So I told her about what we do, and how we do it, and never really WHY we do it, but I think that was obvious from the get-go: we’re insane. Not just me, but pretty much all of us in weblit. We make things and do things not just because we like to write, but because we like to talk to the people at the other end, and see what they thought. Even when we don’t integrate things directly (as with livewriting), weblit is more of a conversation than a broadcast. We use our sites and Twitter and Facebook and the rest to have actual correspondence with people, not just pre-packaged sales pitches. We’re actual people, and we talk about actual things.
And that’s when it hit me: it’s not a broadcast, it’s a conversation… and what I’d been doing this whole time was broadcasting. I was ignoring the best parts of weblit, and it was breaking the bond between reader and writer. So I had to fix it.
From that moment on, I didn’t pitch anything at all. I talked about the appeal of steampunk, about some of the cooler cosplayers we’d seen recently, the philosophy of Cory Doctorow and the mechanics of asteroid piracy (as it related to Typhoon, which was a regular topic of conversation). I explained livewriting more times than I’ve ever done before, and I had a lot of fun explaining that the world of weblit is much bigger than just the things they saw on the table. I brought a little notebook I intended to use to snag email addresses or autographs of cool people, but instead, I jotted down referrals to other webseries for people to take home. I explained the significance of “stop or go”, gnomes and left socks, and had a great talk about the merits of the last Star Trek movie (or lack thereof). I had an Apple engineer giggle uncontrollably when she realized “The App” was about “a killer app.” By the end of the third day, I had talked more than I think I’ve ever talked before, and the funny thing was, it didn’t feel like I’d been standing around at a convention, selling stuff. It felt like what I normally do online, just in person.
See, that’s the advantage of weblit, and the biggest selling point. We’re not authors in ivory towers looking down on the little people. We engage. We’re authors and readers and fanboys (even if we’re too chicken to say hi to Felicia Day) and we’re at our best when we use all the facets of our personalities to talk to the people that read us. It doesn’t matter how many books I sold at FanExpo, really. It matters how many people are going to be around for my next series, so I can use their energy to do something even cooler than before. It’s like social networking, only… like… not on Facebook. I know. Totally outrageous, right? But that’s what this is all about. It was nice to re-discover it.