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Writing and publishing today…what’s honest and true?

01 Wednesday Feb 2012

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Writing, Writing and publishing today

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Agents, Amazon, Authors, Digital, Genre fiction, Google, Hemingway, High impact fiction, Honest and true, Internet, Literary fiction, Self-publishing, Supported self-publishing, Traditional publishers, Writing and publishing

"Books" - photo copyright 2010 Wilson Wyatt Jr (click on image for full size)

Hemingway would say we learn “what is honest and true” by the doing of it.  Of course, reading is good…isn’t it, Ernest?

As a writer, I try to immerse myself in what’s new.  Being current is important, but it can be a dizzying pursuit these days.

In January, I attended the annual Writer’s Digest Writers Conference in New York.  Like all large conferences, there’s an art to picking and choosing topics and speakers to discern what’s new.  I wanted to see, on a national or global scale, what is really happening in the “publishing” and “self-publishing” industries, from a writer’s perspective.  I wanted to know “what is honest and true.”

Amid all the various presentations, there were a few important insights…showing  definite changes to the publishing landscape.  You can believe them, or you can fight them…your choice…but they carry a strong measure of truth.  Here are the highlights.

–  Thanks to digital technology, there are more authors than ever…more content…more books being published…good news for authors!

–  90 % of all books (traditional and self-published) sell under 1,000 copies.  The “honest” truth is the number of “sales” is the ultimate measure of success…if we’re writing to reach readers.

–  The big news is self-publishing now stands on its own feet and competes head-to-head with traditional publishing.  This is a sea change from only a year ago.

–   “Supported Self-publishing” has emerged as a new growth industry, assisting the author with all those nitty-gritty things they hate (digital coding, ISBN’s, barcodes, layout, design, printing, E-books, marketing, and distribution), including services once performed only by traditional publishers.

–  The role of the agent is changing…but not disappearing.

–  Authors can control, for the first time, editing, design, printing, marketing and distribution.

–  Legitimacy of “self-publishing” has arrived and is permanent.

–  Self-publishing can be much more lucrative to authors than the 85% taken by traditional publishers.

–  Traditional publishers, once “the gatekeepers” of “good writing,” aren’t keeping pace with technological change.  Good writing is being published everywhere, in new formats, digitally and in print. The “dinosaur theory” is knocking at the door of the big publishers.

–  Is traditional genre fiction dying? The boundaries between genres (mystery, thriller, romance, paranormal, sci-fi, etc.) are rapidly combining or merging into “mainstream.” A new mixture of “high impact fiction” and “literary” writing is enduring on the best seller lists.

–  The value of good writing is more important today than ever, as the marketplace floods with more books.  Readers will search for the best.

And finally…for better or worse…the most profitable market for writers is writers.  These are writers who sell “how-to-do-it” advice to other aspiring writers.  Wading through the quagmire to find the grains of truth can be painful, especially with technological advances and search tools.  Buyer beware.  As with all books, a few are good, and still fewer are great.

Most of us are still searching for “what is honest and true.”

Holiday Book Signing…Yosemite – Catching the Light

09 Friday Dec 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Photography, Writing, YOSEMITE - CATCHING THE LIGHT

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Book Signing, Catching the Light, El Capitan, Granite Towers, Half Dome, Sierras, Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Valley

YOSEMITE - CATCHING THE LIGHT

As I prepare for a holiday book signing tomorrow (Dec. 10), I’m reminded of all my author friends who have stood in lone duty behind a table, hoping to attract visitors, chat and discuss their book. In fact I have two shelves in my home library with over 50 books written by friends…most purchased to support them at book signings. It’s part of the process, perhaps “a rite of passage.” Now it’s my turn behind the table, ready to engage anyone with a twinkle of “holiday” spirit.

I was delighted with an article on my book signing published in “Attraction” magazine, the December 2011 issue. It tells the story, and I’m pleased to share it with you:

“From Facebook to Published Book”

Starting with Facebook, local photographer and author Wilson Wyatt has journeyed from the granite cliffs of Yosemite Valley to publishing a limited edition fine arts photography book, on sale in local bookstores and direct from the author.

His tabletop photography book, Yosemite – Catching the Light, contains 75 color images of Yosemite Valley, California and the surrounding high Sierra wilderness. Wilson will be exhibiting and signing his book from 1 to 3 pm Saturday, December 10, at the News Center, in Easton, Maryland.

The images were taken on a seven-day photographic journey in June through Yosemite, led by his son, professional photographer Wilson Wyatt III, of Scottsdale, Arizona. He was among a group of seven photographers studying the rapidly changing light conditions on Yosemite’s towering cliffs and in the wilderness region.

“The book started as a personal project to give to my son,” Wilson said. “I posted images on Facebook from our daily treks through Yosemite and people started requesting copies. So I reconsidered the book for a public audience, primarily for those who enjoy nature and photography.”

Wilson has more than 4,000 friends on Facebook from around the world. “I sold one of my first books to a graphic designer in Tokyo,” he said. “There is a world-wide audience for fine art photography. Social media connects us.”

He dedicated the book to his son, noting that he taught him the magical wonders of the photographic darkroom when he was ten years old. Now his son, as an adult professional, teaches him some of the finer aspects of digital photography.

“Give nature time and she will dazzle us with her power and beauty,” Wilson writes in the book’s opening. “In life’s universal sense, time is infinite, and we are here for a brief moment…just like a camera catching a blink of light.”

The 50-page hardbound book is published as a tabletop edition in full color on photo-quality paper coated with a high gloss finish. The images were printed directly from digital files to capture the original color.

Copies can be ordered directly from the author at: wwwtwo@earthlink.net. Wilson is completing a second photography book, The Eastern Shore – Catching the Light, to be released in the spring of 2012.

"Half Dome Before Dusk"

Wilson Wyatt (left) and his son Wilson Wyatt III at "Glacier Point"

Yosemite Valley in June

 

Reflections create a private journey for the eye and mind

05 Saturday Nov 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Photography, Uncategorized, Writing

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Autumn, Chesapeake Bay, Memories, Mirror Lake, Reflections, Sunrise, Yosemite Valley

Leadenham Creek - A Still Afternoon

There is something magically captivating about reflections, as the sight of them draws the eye and stimulates the mind.  It’s a private moment, to ourselves, regardless of who is nearby.  We see the reflection’s image, and it draws thoughts within us…perhaps a memory…or perhaps just to preserve the moment’s beauty in time.

Mirror Lake - Yosemite Valley

Whether we are successful or not in our daily lives, rich or poor, young or old, beauty surrounds us in many ways.  It is our choice to carve out a slice of time to see it and appreciate it…and, if we do, the whole world takes on a different view. Reflections double the intensity.

Beginning of Autumn - Chesapeake Bay Country

November Sunrise - Chesapeake Bay Country

On Time and Space…predicting the future

29 Saturday Oct 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in The Future, Writing

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Future, John Naisbitt, Space, Time

Mankind has always wanted to conjure up the future, yet its mysterious alchemy evades our grasp.

Beyond the Edge - photo copyright 2011 by Wilson Wyatt Jr

Writers are no different…secretly wanting to predict the next big story trend.  A year or two in advance would be great…just enough time to write that next best seller.  Well, there may be some clues.

We mark our existence within time.  Nothing can send time back, except memories…or our imagination.  Within the space that time affords us, there is only so much room for life at the moment.  This is an important realization for those who want to know more about the future.

Years ago, a futurist friend of mine, John Naisbitt, taught me a unique perspective about viewing time and space as a way to evaluate major trends that shape our future.  The techniques are not new.  They were used successfully by our intelligence services.  In later years they became helpful in designing communications and marketing programs.  Like in so many ventures, the genius comes in the interpretations, like from a perceptive artist…or a trend-setting author.

My friend studied current social events of various countries (and states) to predict future trends, with amazing clarity. The essence of his thoughts was derived from studying local stories in local newspapers. There is only room for so many stories, so many inches on the page…only so much “time” for stories in a broadcast. He categorized, tabulated and analyzed the results. Over a period, major themes and issues became clear…to the gifted interpreter.  Conclusion: we can get an accurate glimpse of what is of growing importance to people, at a local level, and what isn’t.  By combining the local events across a whole nation, we can get a pretty good understanding of what important trends are rising on the horizon, to last for years to come.

I should point out that national news was excluded in this work.  It skewed the results, often in false directions.  It’s the smaller, local events that combine to shape major trends. Local events are closest to our daily lives.

We can now measure time byte by byte.  Regardless, there is only so much space in time for things to happen…to be reported…to be important to us…to be understood by others. Our attention spans may be shorter, but time and space are unchanged.

Smaller issues come and go, but the repeated ones develop into major trends, shaping our lives and interests in the future. Understanding this phenomenon is a key to understanding communications…knowing which issues or subjects are short-term and which ones have permanence and are truly relevant.

Whether one calls these futurist techniques science or art…our capacity for awareness lies within time and space…whether measured in inches or minutes or bytes.  It is the interpretation that requires our genius…from the futurist, the alchemist…or perhaps from the next best selling author.

Memories come on little cat feet…remembering Carl Sandburg

29 Thursday Sep 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Uncategorized, Writing

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Carl Sandburg, Chicago, Edward Steichen, Family, Fog, Kentucky, Louisville, Memories, Museum of Modern Art, The Family of Man, Writing

September Fog - "It sits on silent haunches...and then moves on." (Click on image for full size)

Louisville, Kentucky 1954 – Carl Sandburg sat in the white Adirondack chair on our wrap-around front porch.  I was too young to know more about him than he was a famous writer, and he wrote “Fog,” which I could recite as a ten-year-old.  My older sisters were more aware of his work. We sat at his feet as he read to us.

His thinning white hair stood from his pale scalp like slender feathers, playing in the summer sun.  He wore a white shirt that hung loose from his skeletal frame.  When he smiled, his whole mouth opened and spread across his face, hinged from ear to ear.  He reminded me, as a boy, of the comedian, Joey Brown, who could fit a baseball inside his mouth.

He was a gentle man, but when he spoke, it was with a certain authority.  Words came from his mouth as long, slow syllables.  His rich, mellow voice trembled slightly, hanging onto certain words, accenting them with importance.  There was a musical cadence to his speech.  He punctuated sentences with silence, waiting for the words to take hold in space.  His open collar exposed a pronounced Adam’s apple, which moved up and down his stalk-like neck…syllable by syllable.

When he finished reading to us, he removed several pages of white note paper from a folder.  They contained handwritten words, scratched out in liquid black ink.  I couldn’t make them out.  There were lines and arrows and underlines, with other words scribbled along the sides.  He signed the pages and handed them to my oldest sister.  “I am dedicating this to you,” he said.

I later learned that those pen-scratched words composed the “Prologue” to the book The Family of Man.  It was a collection of an era of photography, inscribed “The greatest photographic exhibition of all time,” edited by Edward Steichen for the Museum of Modern Art.  The museum published it the following year, in 1955. My sister treasured those handwritten pages, and we all treasure the memory.

In the years since my childhood, when I see a fog bank covering the water and landscape, I often think of Carl Sandburg’s Fog, coming “on little cat feet…looking over harbor and city, on silent haunches.”  When I visit Chicago, I think of his Chicago, “Hog Butcher for the world…Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat…City of the Big Shoulders.”  I can hear his voice uttering the words, slowly, syllable by syllable.  And, when I read the Prologue to The Family of Man, I see him, sitting there, with a boy at his feet, as he speaks with a measured cadence:

“The first cry of a newborn baby in Chicago or Zamboango, in Amsterdam or Rangoon, has the same pitch and key, each saying, “I am! I have come through! I belong! I am a member of the family.”   

It comes to me now, looking back. It all makes sense.

A writer’s voice and words have an inherent telepathy, replaying a memory, only with permanence.  The uttered words once scribbled down with liquid black ink on paper later become a gift, in the future, for all to read.  They live on, in time, from one place to another, one person to the next, indefinitely.

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The Galapagos Islands…where humans are guests

19 Monday Sep 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Galapagos Islands, Photography, Writing

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Blue-footed Booby, Celebrity Cruise Lines, Charles Darwin, Ecuador, Frigates, Galapagos Islands, Iguana, Origin of Species, Pelican, Penquins, Quito, Sea Lion, Xpedition

This gallery contains 19 photos.

If the islands were a stage, the stars would be the animals. There are no castles, cathedrals, battlegrounds, or ruins …

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Nature’s storm is like “the angry word”

21 Sunday Aug 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Photography, Uncategorized, Writing

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Anger, Consequences, Humility, Storm, Storm clouds

I am a writer and a photographer.  Last week I captured the image, below, of an approaching storm, sensing nature’s power and the human inability to contain it.  The photo reminded me of a poem I wrote a couple of years ago about “The Angry Word.”   The poem, below the photo, contains both feelings and a measure of truth, especially the ending.  There are similarities between the unintended consequences of a powerful storm…and an “angry word.”

The Storm, by Wilson Wyatt Jr., Copyright 2011 (Click on image for full size)

The Angry Word

It usually starts from someone’s sharp tongue.                                                                               Perhaps it’s a transgression, self-righteous or just-plain-mean,                                                             Whether by intention or callous disregard.

I know, I know…I don’t have to accept it.                                                                                            “Fend it off. Don’t let it in,” some would say.                                                                                            Not so easy, Dr. Dyer.

The prickly seed settles in my brain.                                                                                                     Nestling deep, obscured from light,                                                                                                             It marinates in my blood.

It nourishes and grows.                                                                                                                         Invisible to sight, immeasurable in weight,                                                                                               It seethes and hibernates.

Without warning, it disconnects.                                                                                                         Gathering force, migrating through darkness,                                                                                         It vibrates and rumbles on.

The angry word is born.                                                                                                                       Beating its breast, unbridled and bellowing,                                                                                             It leaves my mouth, unable to be restrained.

There’s no capturing it, no retreat.                                                                                                                It does its telepathic havoc and then moves on,                                                                                     Leaving the licking of injured remains                                                                                                       To the uncertainty of forgiveness and humility.

 – WWWyatt

The Morning Light

20 Saturday Aug 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Photography, The Morning Light, Uncategorized, Writing

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Beauty, Chesapeake Bay, Creativity, Dreams, Freedom, Morning Light, Morning on Leadenham Creek, Silence, Time, Writing

Inspiration begins with the morning light, when colors are newborn, freshly painted from the sky, skipping across the landscape, carefree, before they bake in the life of day.

– The Morning Light, Copyright 2009 by Wilson Wyatt Jr.   (Click on image for full size)

Did you hear the first bird wake?  The crickets retreat?  This is that private time, the silence between sleep and awake.

This is my time…before thought or duty…when the inner spirit is renewed, opening like a flower, knowing not the past or future, sensing only the images before me, freshly cast, still wet with dew, uncluttered, unaffected.

This is that euphoric time, welcoming creativity, a time to write, seek new images, and shape thoughts never dreamed before.

The morning light…such freedom, such beauty.

Our sense of Time

17 Wednesday Aug 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Photography, Uncategorized, Writing, YOSEMITE - CATCHING THE LIGHT

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Catching the Light, Light, Mariposa Grove, Nature, Sequoia, Time, Trees, Yosemite, Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Valley

Each to their own time. As we are born, and die, and our parts rejoin the earth…a fallen sequoia rests in the forest unaffected, for generations …affording a humble view of our own mortality.

– Photo from YOSEMITE-CATCHING THE LIGHT, Copyright 2011 by Wilson Wyatt Jr.  (Click on image for full size)

This image presented unique photographic challenges.  I wanted to capture the “feeling” I had in the Mariposa Grove of sequoias, in a cold June rain, as a small being among these giants that have endured three generations of “guests” in the forest.  So, Time was one quality to capture.  Lighting was another issue.  How does a photographer render the many shades of “black” in the tangled ancient roots from this tree…a root ball almost three stories tall…while capturing the array of greens from the moss and surrounding forest, without the image being “blown out” by the sky? I also wanted the image to portray the dimension of size, comparing this mammoth to its surroundings, like the old, broken trail fence and the new growth of young trees.  So often, nature is impossible to replicate. A photographer can only do his best.

This fallen tree will remain here, unchanged, long after I depart this earth…but I had the opportunity to witness it in my lifetime.

The rains came…changing the light

16 Tuesday Aug 2011

Posted by Wilson Wyatt Jr. in Photography, Uncategorized, Writing, YOSEMITE - CATCHING THE LIGHT

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Bridalveil Fall, Catching the Light, Cathedral Rocks, clouds, El Capitan, Granite Towers, Sierra Nevada Mountains, Sierras, Yosemite, Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Valley

The rains came…reminding me of Yosemite Valley in June, where you could watch the clouds weave through majestic granite towers…coming unannounced…changing the light…and then moving on.

– Photo from YOSEMITE – CATCHING THE LIGHT  Copyright 2011 by Wilson Wyatt Jr.  (Click on image for full size)

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