Summing up

I heard yesterday that my novel The Witness has finally earned out its advance, nearly four years after publication. Jenny Brown, my agent, tells me that a cheque for about £20 is on its way to my account. Champagne all round, then.

  The economics of writing novels have never really made much sense for me. I started this book, my fourth, in around 2001, as an adult novel, and finished the first draft about three years later. It did the rounds of a dozen major fiction publishers and was turned down by all of them, though one or two said they thought it might work as a young adult title. So we took it to Macmillan Children’s Books who agreed to give it serious consideration if I was prepared to re-write it. I eventually did, once I’d realised that almost the only thing I needed do was re-cast the main character, making him an 18- rather than 45-year-old; everything else stayed much the same. It took me six months and I was rewarded by a contract with Young Picador and a £5000 advance.
  The Witness was eventually published in August 2007, about a month after my father died. I think he always found it difficult to engage with this part of my life; he hardly read any fiction and the literary world was one he seemed to find hard to relate to. Yet the very last words he said to me, a couple of days before he died, were: “good luck with the book, old boy.” I would have liked him to see it in print; better still read it since there was much in it – the Highland landscape and way of life, issues of land-ownership, traditional music – that he would have enjoyed. But he’d suffered a severe stroke two years previously and wouldn’t have been able to read it, even if he had lived.
Today, it’s nearly ten years since I started work on the book. That means its earnings average £500 per annum. Its successor, The Reckoning, fares better because I wrote it much more quickly. I started work on it in January 2008 and it was published in November 2009. I also received a bigger advance, £6000. So The Reckoning has averaged slightly under £2000 a year so far, though that figure will decrease because the book isn’t yet close to earning out its advance. In total, including lending royalties but excluding appearance fees, writing fiction has brought me around £30,000 since my first novel was published in 1990. Call that £1500 per annum. Hah!
Yesterday – by coincidence, or perhaps not – just before I heard the extravagant news from Jenny, I had started work again on the last in this series of three young adult novels. I have been stalled at page 200 for over a year, mainly, though not wholly, through pressure of work. The other reason for the hiatus is that despite The Witness and The Reckoning being shortlisted for successive Royal Mail Scottish Children’s Book of the Year Awards, despite my going into something close to fifty secondary schools over a two-year period and promoting the books as hard as I possibly could, Macmillan deemed me not to be selling enough and sacked me in summer 2009. So there’s no contract and no advance for The Artefact, as it’s provisionally titled.
Why on earth am I bothering, then? It will be another six months’ hard graft, squeezed in between everything else, with the very real possibility of the book never seeing the light of day. Should a publisher materialise the advance will be nugatory, such is the current state of publishing, and I will almost certainly have to commit to a follow-up. Why bother? I’ve been asking myself this question for some months. I continued to ask it when we were at Merton last week, where I finally came to the simple conclusion that the story demands to be finished. It’s a living, growing thing, and to let it wither on the vine would be tantamount to abortion. I feel morally obliged to it, such is the power and energy of story.

About Jamie Jauncey

Author, writer, blogger, facilitator, musician, co-founder of Dark Angels and The Stories We Tell
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6 Responses to Summing up

  1. Bigbrandjohn says:

    Well what a surprise, Jamie on a Thursday night in the middle of American Idol.Anyway, maybe the reason for 'bothering' came to me from one of the most striking story tellers of our generation, Garrison Keillor who uttered in the middle of a captivating and uninterrupted two hour performance last night. Fiction, he said offers a "deeper truth".And that is precisely what you offer.

  2. Mark W says:

    I can offer another reason — because many of those who have discovered The Witness and The Reckoning enjoyed them greatly. Granted, that may not pay many bills, nevertheless, I look forward to The Artefact immensely, and continue to recommend its stable-mates to all who will listen.

  3. John Simmons says:

    Go for it, Jamie. All the dark angels will beat wings in appreciation.

  4. Alison says:

    People who write – music, literature, poetry – are all cursed/blessed with the same problem. When the muse is beckoning, you just have to follow. I'm currently struggling with the last song of a collection about a relationship breakup. Only my family and close friends will hear the songs, in all likelihood. But as you say, Jamie, they're living breathing things that demand to be born. And what a gift your books are for your grandchildren. Inheritance comes in many forms.

  5. JennieMacfie says:

    Like many other long-established means of communication, book-publishing is altering almost beyond recognition. How will The Artefact will find its readers? It will probably be a case of them having to find it online. The question now is how to translate that into a trickle of money for writers…but it'll happen. Keep writing!

  6. Anonymous says:

    Justina Hart says:Found the whole piece very moving, Jamie, the part about your father very tender, the lack of bitterness about publishing remarkable given the success of your books versus the nominal monetary return, which is par for the course for the vast majority of fiction writers. It's obviously a good question you pose: 'Why write [fiction]?' I write because I write. I'd love to get paid for using my imagination, though this remains unlikely. Have you considered going directly to Amazon Kindle? From talking to a well-established US novelist last week (25+ novels under her belt, who is sending some of her new novels directly via this route), it takes time to build up a following, but you get a greater chunk of the profit (what trad publishing and royalties were supposed to do). Anyway, something worth considering and potentially a route to a small amount of passive income?

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