Thanks to Laura, the limited edition chapbooks for my reading series, There Will Be Words, returned in November and they get better looking month after month. However, they aren’t selling as well as I’d like them to.
I haven’t lost money on the books so far, which is great. The downside though is I can’t pay the writers as much as I would like and as fast as I would like.
Part of what There Will Be Words believes in is paying writers for their time. The chapbooks allow us to do that. The goal is after meeting cost, we pay the each writer $1 for every book sold. Once a run is sold out, a writer could walk away with $30-$35 for 1,000 to 1,500 words and 10 minutes of their time in front of an audience, which isn’t bad (especially for a reading series). A book sells for $8, and it takes about 20% of our print run to make back cost before we can start paying the writers. I also do not want to put the price point so low to where it takes more copies to make back cost before we start paying the writers. The challenge is to figure out a balance.
We’re on the right track after doing it for three months. It’s always important to look at ways to do anything and everything better.
(And if you want to, get a copy of one of our chapbooks here – part of the proceeds go back to the writers. Not enough people pay writers for their time and words. We want to.)
I got this today.
This is my first trophy or plaque of any kind and it means a lot that There Will Be Words is the reason why. In May, the show turns three and it continues to be a lot of fun to produce every month. Orlando’s lit scene continues to grow so much and it’s thrilling to be part of that scene.
I have a tendency to be a little late to the party when it comes to music at times. At the library, I scored El-P’s I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead and I like the album a lot, particularly this song (reminds me a lot of an Afghan Whigs song in terms of content).
I enjoy El-P’s work from a language perspective (just reading the lyrics to “Drive” and the interpretations of it are staggering). Good hip hop for me bends language to its means and ends skillfully (Das Racist and Danny Brown do it for me, too). 2013 set the bar really high for music. I’m hoping 2014 is just as good.
Flapperhouse ran one of the poems they took for their debut issue, which you can check out here.
Rawboned put out its first issue and my poem “A Love Poem As Directed By Wes Anderson” is in it. You can read it here (and then go check out the rest of the issue).