Thursday, October 21, 2010

Spreading His Wings.



by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved














Local author Louis Bertrand Shalako is spreading his wings and learning to fly in the face-paced and exciting world of digital publishing.

So, in nine or ten months, I edited and re-wrote three books. ‘Heaven’ is 180,000 words, ‘Core Values’ is about 97,000 and the latest, ‘Case,’ is about 104,500. The first was re-written 12-13 times, the second about ten or eleven, and ‘Case’ seven times this year. I’m releasing them as e-books because I can. It doesn’t cost much, just an internet hook-up. To produce locally printed paperbacks is easily $8-$10 each, in small numbers, say 100 at a time.

My second and third novels have both been under contract, but no one ever showed any interest in the first one. Back then, my submissions were pretty amateur.

Heaven Is Too Far Away’ is a parody of a standard WW I Royal Flying Corps memoir, written in the personal memoir narrative style. The basic idea was to take a comic-book premise, ‘Snoopy vs The Red Baron,’ and turn it into a believable, realistic comedy.

But the reason, was that WW I propaganda is still being used today, and for all the same reasons, to justify things. I guess you could say I don’t agree with those things, and the propaganda wasn’t even valid in the context of 1917. It is even less so today. The grandchildren and great-grandchildren of veterans will probably excoriate me for writing this book, but in my opinion, the actual veterans would probably thank me for writing it. A surprise was how dark it actually got. It turned into a psychological study, of how a nice young man, essentially became a professional killer, and how he dealt with the hate, self-loathing, and cynicism. What begins as realism becomes surrealism by the end of the book, another nice touch.

‘Core Values’ is a parody of a 1950’s drive-in movie science fiction thriller, much like the movies about big ants in the desert, or giant spiders, or piranhas, frogs, or any giant ugly creature. What sets this book apart is the study of a lonely, isolated character, of basically good heart, but again filled with anger and a kind of hatred, much of which might be based on lack of self-esteem. Brubaker looks at the world around him through a pair of shit-coloured glasses, and it blinds him in so many ways. In a nutshell, his hatred causes him to have flawed perceptions. Whether or not the hatred is ‘justified,’ or if in fact he or anyone else could have done anything differently, and would this have changed any outcomes, is hardly the point. This book is a collection of short stories and vignettes, linked by a common narrative thread.

‘The Case of the Curious Killers’ is a comic space-opera, and like much of my work it is both a parody and a gut reaction to something that bugged me at the time. It seemed to me that ‘space-opera’ was meant for a PG-13 television audience, which meant it really didn’t have too much intellectual meat on it; and secondly, it ignored so many of the most basic aspects of science. I understand that no one really cares what makes the engines go on the ‘Enterprise,’ but when you lose all power in the ship, you really ought to lose all of your artificial gravity. When you turn tightly, you really should feel a few gees. It is only when we actually think about publishing a book, when we run up against the edges of our comfort zone, in terms of controversial material. While it was mostly written back in 1993, when I was younger, and in happier times, there is some slightly edgy material in the book. It relates to human sexuality without being obscene. Hopefully it does have some erotic qualities. It is a kind of romance, I suppose, at some level. This book has the genuine ‘happy ending,’ so craved by readers.

All that having been said, all the books have violence, language, and with the exception of ‘Core Values,’ some adult content of a sexual nature. The funny thing is, that one might surprise us all. It has its edgy qualities, and is a kind of social horror as well.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Living the Dream.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved


The best thing I could do for myself now is to publish my third novel and just quit for a while. But these books now give me a product, and I can learn how to market them and promote myself.

I can hold onto 'Time-storm,' and 'Shape-shifters,' and 'Horse-catcher' for a while and maybe market conditions will improve. Honestly, to scrape up five or ten bucks to make a submission of the first three chapters is not beyond my abiliities. As for publishing houses that demand agented submissions, or full-manuscript subs, I wasn't subbing to them before. So nothing has changed.

The thing to do is to take a week off, and that still leaves me a week to go through 'The Case of the Curious Killers' a couple more times. As for the cover, maybe I could make the text slightly larger, and use a blue just a little lighter in shade.

I am looking forward to getting back to writing short stories. After editing three books, for a total of about 380,000 words, re-writing numerous times, to polish a short story of five or six thousand words should not be a problem. When submitting, I will be sure to put a URL to my site in there and talk up the books a little.

The micropublishing business model originally visualized small numbers of paperbacks, printed locally. Yet with 'createspace,' I can use POD (print on demand,)for about $300 US (per title.) This way if someone really wants one, they can have it in a paper and ink edition. Before I do that, I want to see some traffic and some sales, otherwise at $11.99 I would have to sell about twenty-five books just to make the fee back. The customer would also have shipping charges and stuff like that on their bill.

In the meantime, I'm having a hell of a lot of fun.

It really is a unique kind of wish-fulfillment. The key thing is not to be too easily satisfied, and to continue to improve the skills and the product.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Fair Warning: This One's A Little Edgy.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved



It’s hard to believe how hard I’ve worked for the last nine or ten months, but there is a price to pay.

The stress adds up, even when goals and deadlines are self-imposed. I am, after all; a man of my word—and I say this book is going out.

This morning I managed to scroll-through once, (third novel, ‘Case,’) but essentially I achieved little. I removed a couple of typos and centred up a pair of chapter headings, mysteriously overlooked last night.

I drove my dad to the music shop and he picked up a new harmonica. I drove my brother out to my mother’s place, a 46-k round trip. I just put $20.00 bucks gas in, by the way—not anymore!

When I looked down and saw his cell-phone there, lying on the floor where he tossed it, I had a meltdown. Yeah, I was only a hundred metres up the road, and yeah, he could live without it for a few hours. It was only last week when I dropped him off somewhere and he left his keys lying beside the seat…right where he tossed them…at some point I can’t help but draw certain rather negative conclusions.

I guess you could say that I worry that I might succeed in life someday…and I don’t want a basement, a garage, a garden shed or even more than one bedroom. I guess you could say that. I won't even have a couch...I promise you that.

I can’t believe how bad I snapped. There must be spittle all over the inside of my windshield. I was raving, pissing mad.

It’s the little things that kill. Anyhow, I was alone in the vehicle, the windows were rolled up and no harm was done.

But there are times when this really doesn’t seem worth it, and maybe the best thing to do is cut the lawn, clean the bathroom, vacuum the living room rug, mop the kitchen floor, make supper for my elderly dad, a senile diabetic who suffers from Parkinson’s disease, and I dunno.

Maybe I should just sit back, wait for my next disability cheque, sit around the mall and drink cold, rancid coffee, nursing that cup through a long afternoon of irrelevance here in Sarnia, Ontario. I could gossip about people I am secretly jealous of, and in certain remarks, pander to the dream that the Leafs might win a playoff berth this year.

Or maybe I have better things to do.

Anyhow, ‘The Case of the Curious Killers’ is my third novel. This book will be available from various outlets in all e-book formats as of Nov. 1/2010 if not sooner.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Dumb as a stick.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved


Some days it seems like I'm just hacking away and I can't get a hit.

Specifically, I downloaded Kindle for PC. In the process, I clicked on 'continue without registering' and then of course the thing downloaded beautifully. I still can't read a free sample of my book. My device is not 'registered.' So I basically uninstalled it. I'll try again some other time!

Everything seems to take an inordinate amount of time and there are other priorities. Shave, shower, cook once in a while. Life goes on.

But if I seem to be going slowly, I guess 'festina lente' is the motto of the day.

(Make haste slowly.)

I tried to get into B & N, and Borders. No American credit card, no American bank account. I'm sure I could get one. It's just a matter of putting in the time.

In an earlier note, I called my two books 'sacrificial goats.' In some weird sense you have to give something up in order to get something else.

Without a couple of pawns--sacrificial goats, I would be unable to interogate the system. I'm a pretty good little interviewer, and I reckon I'll learn quite a bit over the long term.

In spite of learning all this new stuff, there are times when I'm still as dumb as a stick. Like when I posted a link; and when I checked on it to make sure it worked, I was looking at my 'dashboard.'

So any Tom, Dick or Harry could go in there and edit my stuff, especially if I was as dumb as two sticks and stayed logged in rather than sign out. I shake my head sometimes, I really do. (Checking the link was actually a good idea. -ed.)

The basic premise is to finish re-writing and editing my third book, while some of these things sink in. Every new thing has its own learning curve, that's for sure. At some point, when I submit a short story, I will be able to put in links to my books. That's just simple common sense.

As far as publicity campaigns, and promotion, I really haven't put that into practice yet. If my cover art fails to make the grade for 'smashwords,' I'll have to download (for free) 'paint' which is noted in the style guide.

The problem is the red text has mucky edges, although white, yellow and orange work better in the editing portion of Microsoft's basic photo viewer.

Lost in the challenges of the day, we often tend to forget just how far we have come.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Excerpt from 'The Case of the Curious Killers.'















"Heat-seekers won’t lock onto the front of this baby, and their radar missiles can only acquire a target within the cone of the scanners, located in the nose of the ship,” said Brendan. “By the time they were in range, I was out of the cone. All they could do then was to poke and prod with other systems; systems which aren’t integrated with the missiles.”

“This wreckage gives us an opportunity,” noted Sim. “We’ll try to verify your theories, of course.”

“If they get a proper fighter, instead of converted yachts, if they had any idea of what they were doing, we could be in trouble,” murmured Brendan. “If they had brains, they could become dangerous, I don’t begrudge you that.”

“Anyway, this gives us the opportunity to practice a few landings,” he grinned.

“No, seriously, Brendan. If we can shake off the pursuit, it might be a good idea to disappear for a while,” the sim told him adamantly.

“Way ahead of you, buddy. For all intents and purposes, we’ve disappeared for the next few days.”

“We have?”

"Think about it. They must have received orders to pursue us. Until we turn up, or until they turn up, no one knows what happened,” said Brendan.

He brought the ship down to a thousand feet, slowing down, nose high, in high-alpha flight, with the canard fore-planes grappling and wrestling with the air.

“When they don’t return to base,” mused Sim. “Won’t their contact know?”

“He won’t know anything,” said Brendan. “He’ll have no information whatsoever.”

He took them slowly over the wreckage.

“He’ll be reluctant to send out a search team, that’s for sure. He’ll assume the kill was made, but the killers had to evade pursuit and go to ground, or something. He’ll wait.”

“See any markings?” he asked Sim and the computer. “Any clues at all?”

“Radiation profiles indicate rather small engines, two of them,” said the flight computer. “The black boxes are intact.”

They waited.

“It’s an unmarked ship, private registration, reported stolen according to archives; about ten years ago,” reported his flight system.

“What about armaments?” asked Brendan.

“While a cannon would shake it apart, they could certainly deploy a number of different missile systems. On a little ship like that, we don’t have to worry about particle beams or directed-energy weapons,” according to Sim. “The other ship was larger, but we have less debris to analyze.”

“Forty kilometres north,” said the computer. “Two hot spots! More motors.”

“Another frickin’ yacht,” concluded Brendan. “They’re arming civilian craft. Nothing indicates a major threat to the Empire, nor an all-encompassing presence such as the Old Ones.”

He inculcated the latter phrase with a drama that indicated his sense of ridicule.

“That’s good news, I’ll be happy to pass on the results of your analysis, Mr. Hartle,” and now Sim was getting snippy.

The sim wasn’t exactly overjoyed at Hartle’s adrenalin high.

“You’ll observe radio silence until I say otherwise,” said Brendan in a firm but friendly tone.

Sim shut up for thirty seconds while he digested this.

“Okay, Brendan. Let’s teach you to land this ship,” said Sim rather morosely.

“Yay,” said the flight computer in irony and pathos.

Hartle took it up to a little over Mach One, but stayed down low, keeping mountains, hills and the sides of gorges close at all times. Luckily the terrain-following radar kept them out of trouble, as his own reaction time really wasn’t good enough for this kind of flying. He put ten thousand kilometres between himself and the scene of the crime.

“If I was them, I’d wait until Brendan Hartle reappeared at that Council Meeting, or just try again later.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Sim.

“Practice a few landings, just like you said,” answered the man.

You can find 'The Case of the Curious Killers' on iTunes on the iBookstore and at many other fine online bookstores, including a 5 x 8" paperback at Amazon.Com.