And the question is this. The following is the question: Do you know what a Tripio is? Have you heard or seen it used anywhere in any context? I know that is actually two questions but there may be two parts to any given answer so…
The reason I am seeking help from you all is that I have recently taken a class at the IWC called “How to sell more books on Amazon”. As a self-published author (I prefer to be described as direct published-but that’s not in question here) I had to attempt to come up with a real, sustainable strategy to sell Tripio on Amazon. Fair enough.
Snag is, according to the wisdom I learned at the class, a novel’s title should be easily searchable on Amazon, Google, etc. And the word “Tripio” is not.
What to do about it? I have already created a post that defines a tripio and will post it again, and again, again if I have to. I have made a video showing me creating a tripio on an espresso bar, in real time. Is that enough? Have any of you all seen or read the above? Another question, I know.
I just don’t feel in my heart that I can change the title. It defines the book in so many ways. There are three story line running alongside each other through the entire book. Three shots make a tripio. Three story lines make Tripio. I just don’t know if I can do it, just for the sake of searchablity. That is why I am asking for help.
So, back to the original question, you know what a tripio is?
Recently, I was at a coffee house on a rainy Sunday afternoon with a good friend. We were catching up on life and it’s challenges. This was a local coffee house with art on the walls and old couches situated against those walls. After an hour or so of coffee and camaraderie, my friend and I got up leave and as we headed out the door she encountered a man she knew. After a quick intro, my friend, who has already read Tripio, said “You should have Jerry on your podcast.”
And that was it. He asked me to be a guest in a couple weeks. This was after I ran to my car to retrieve a copy of Tripio. As any good direct published author would do, I always travel with a copy of my book, just in case. This time it paid off.
I have tried numerous times over the past year to be guest on a podcast but to no avail. A podcast spot had taken a lower priority on the journey of Tripio. Is was still an aspiration, yet one that had yielded nothing positive so it was hard to keep trying. And now, without trying, I was to be on a podcast. “Damn. What the f*** do I do now?’
One thing I did do was read a post entitled ,”77 Pieces of Advice for Podcast Guests from Hosts” by Dan Moyle. That helped. Yet as the day neared, I questioned Tripio, my coffee acumen, my ability to match verb and subject to form a coherent sentence.
On the fateful day, I was told that I was the third guest, sitting behind two regular contributors. Everyone was friendly but I still felt like the odd man out. This only enhanced and further agitated the swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Once the first guest had completed her segment, I did something the old me would have never done: something.
I am shy and introverted. A fairly typical writer type. All good. But in order to get the world to notice Tripio, I have had to do things that I was new to and uncomfortable with. Lots of them. Maybe that is the real value in all this? Then,out of the blue, I recalled a favorite wisdom. This one from Elanor Roosevelt, “You must do the things in live you think you cannot do.” I feel that putting Tripio out for the world to read has caused some personal growth in myself. Faith? Belief? Maybe. Whatever it is, it got me off my chair. I walked over to the guest and her friend and made conversation. She was human. I began to feel more at ease. In a few moments, guest two was finishing and it was my turn. Now, after hearing myself speak for few moments and not be laughed at, I was ready.
I felt like I did well for my few minutes and will put the results up on the blog when I receive the edited Podcast. For now, I have four (not 77) tips from my experience that helped me. For fun, I’ve paired the steps with those needed to make a great cup of coffee.
1) Use the best coffee beans you can find = prepare, prepare and prepare more. Listen to a couple podcasts in advance. Review your book for new things to talk about. A lot may have happened in this world since it was published. It is helpful for the book to be topical and appear fresh. Don’t rely on old or dated beans.
2)Grind the beans for the coffee brewer= If you are using a French Press pot, grind the beans coarse. For a cone shaped filter, a finer grind is needed. Do not force your message or book if it isn’t’ the right fit. Don’t use the time given you to do an infomercial for the book. I able to work in Tripio several times during the podcast even though our actual topic was coffee culture as a whole.
3)Use hot, just-off boiling, water to extract maximum flavor when brewing=Let the host guide you. He or she will be able to fill in or pull back when needed. And don’t forget, the podcast may be further cleaned up before posting.
4)Enjoy the cup= Now that the coffee is done, share it with your host and listeners. Relax and tell stories. Tell fun and quirky stories about your book, how it came to be. As a writer. it is expected that you will have stories. I had done my research and was able to recall the story of Kaldi and his goats, who are given credit for “discovering” coffee, after the host unintentionally prompted me on topic.
There you are. I hope it helped. If not, try to brew another pot tomorrow morning…
I saw that Terry Gilliam was in the headlines saying things that get one on the front page of Yahoo. I was outraged. I was offended at his lack of sensitivity to people everywhere! How could he say such things? My hands trembled in a state of self-righteous indignation, clutching my phone, ready to send a self-inflating response to protect the defenseless whom Gilliam had assailed. Then I realized that Terry Gilliam is the American member of Monty Python so what he says doesn’t really matter.
The member of Monty Python who is most relevant to me these days is the deceased parrot-No! Sorry, deceased Python member, the late Graham Chapman.
I was fortunate to see Graham Chapman live on my college campus in the early 80’s. His performance then was simply a Q and A as he sat on folding chair on the stage. The auditorium was full and I was thrilled to see a member of Python in person. I had started watching the original Flying Circus as a pre-teen when the series first aired in the States back in the early 70s.
One bit of Chapman’s show I still recall was of him requesting “abuse” from those of us in the audience. This was a reference to the famous “argument sketch”, which Python fans know verbatim. For a minute or so the audience gladly complied. We called Chapman names and tossed paper wads at him. I remember one woman going on stage and tapping Chapman gently on his shoulder with her first clenched in a parody of physical abuse. Chapman thanked the woman. All in good fun.
I post this recollection, spurred on the American Python being in the news because it strikes me that we may be taking things too seriously these days. Can you imagine if Chapman were still alive and asked for abuse from an audience today? Chapman had already come out as being gay and had a well-deserved reputation as a boozer. Can you imagine? I think everyone would look around to their fellow audiences members and shrug their shoulders or not say a word. They would be terrified of offending not only Chapman but all the other audiences members. “Not me, I’m not insulting this man! Even if he asked for it! How would it look?”
Of course, the very same audience members would have no problem abusing and insulting the living shit out of anyone and everyone via their phone. Taking advantage of distance and the courage it gives one, the offended blast all those who dare even question their sensibilities. In the case of Terry Gilliam’s comments, they are completely missing the point ( hint: he has a movie coming out). To conclude, I ‘m sure that Graham Chapman would find all this finger pointing and name calling via the phone to be “very silly indeed”
I have done it now. I have just signed up for a class at the Indiana Writer’s Center called “How to sell more books on Amazon”. As some of you know, my historical fiction , or “Starbucks”novel, Tripio, was published on Amazon last year on April 13th. I’m sure a lot of you are asking yourselves, why did he wait so long? In order for you to lose sleep no longer, I will attempt to answer that question for you.
One part of the answer may be that I am old enough to know a world when Amazon was just a river. In fact, a good deal of the writing I plan to publish on Amazon was written before Amazon, the company, was known to all. The novel I’m revising now, Back outta the World, has it’s beginnings in the late 1980s and the first draft was written long hand on yellow ledger paper. So there is that.
There is also, I think, an effort on my part to prevent Amazon from dictating how I feel about Tripio, and when published, Back outta the World.
In the case of Tripio, I just talked to two lucky individuals who just finished reading it. In both cases, I was honored and excited to hear from them. Their responses to Tripio can each be put into one word: “Sad” for one and “Good” for the other. I will gladly take both. For I have learned as more and more people read Tripio the responses I get vary greatly. The parts of Tripio I like or am most proud of are usually not mentioned. I am realizing and understanding that everyone reads their own Tripio, and it has little or nothing to do with the one I wrote.
After these brief talks on Tripio, I was excited about the prospects of the book. My enthusiasm for it’s future had returned, having been derailed by the Holidays and a personal down period for me. So, even though I knew better, I checked my sales and author ranks on Amazon. Tripio was at possibly it’s lowest point ever. The arrow was pointing down so steeply that it had to be continued on a computer screen under my laptop. “Damn” I thought. “I suck after all. Tripio sucks.”
Wrong! So wrong! Amazon don’t got nothin’ to do with how I feel about Tripio and even Back outta the World. Both are creating and telling their own stories with me. And that is far more interesting to me at least, than what some sales graph manufactured by a logarithm somewhere has to say.
None the less I am taking the class in a week or so. I do want to sell more books on Amazon. It will make an interesting bit in the story of Tripio. But, in will NEVER be the story of Tripio.
“I’m sittin’ in first class and they can all kiss my ass, ‘cuase I’m goin’ back baby, back outta world.”
Terry Allen & The Panhandle Mystery Band – Back Out Of The World – 1987 album – Amerasia
Headed Back outta the World
In Tripio, Jay is writing Back outta the World, which is his first novel. It is a road book. One of Jay’s literary heroes in Tripio is Jack “That’s not writing, that’s typing” Kerouac. It is in character for Jay to have attempted his first novel based on the two month road trip he had taken as part of his aimless post college graduation life. Tripio starts as Jay is nearing the end of writing Back outta the World. He is not exactly struggling with the ending of it. After all, it is finite. The book will end with end of journal he kept on the road trip. Jay is more concerned by the fact that he is afraid he doesn’t even know what his book is about.
Writing Back outta the World as part of Tripio
In real life, that was also true. Today, I describe “Back Outta the World” as a road trip in which the main character’s mind and body are on two different trips and meet at the end. I only came to that conclusion as I reworked Back outta the World(BotW) prior to starting Tripio. I arrived at that conclusion approximately 20 years after I finished physically writing Back outta the World. You will have to buy and read Tripio to find that section describing how I felt upon finishing BotW. I will tell you that it is one of the few parts of Tripio that remains word for word in the novel, as it was recorded in my SotM on that day in my apartment those many years ago.
If I am promoting and publishing Tripio as a Starbucks novel, reflecting on it daily now as the story of my early adult life, then I am writing about my writing twice over. In other words there could be no Tripio without BotW. Yet, I was hesitant at first to even name it. Early in the writing of Tripio, I referred to BotW as “my writing” or “the novel”. Then, as I began to feel confident and came to see potential in the publishing of Tripio, I made it a point to name and embed BotW intoTripio. In fact, I had to. In order for Tripio to “work” (you be the judge), BotW had to be a powerful, named presence in Jay’s mind. It had to be identified so that it could carry it’s third of the book.
I believe it worked. Again, you be the judge. Either way, I hope to find a path to publishing BotW at some point after Tripio. That would be the least Tripio could do for BotW since Tripio would not have come to be without it.
“I’m sittin’ in first class and they can all kiss my ass, ‘cuase I’m goin’ back baby, back outta world.”
Terry Allen & The Panhandle Mystery Band – Back Out Of The World – 1987 album – Amerasia
In Tripio, Jay is writing his first novel. It is a road book. One of Jay’s literary heroes in Tripio is Jack “That’s not writing, that’s typing” Kerouac. It is in character for Jay to have attempted his first novel based on the two month road trip he had taken as part of his aimless post college graduation life. Tripio starts as Jay is nearing the end of writing that novel. He is not exactly struggling with the ending of it. After all, it is finite. The book will end with end of journal he kept on the road trip. Jay is more concerned by the fact that he is afraid he doesn’t even know what his book is about.
In real life, that was also true. Today, I describe “Back Outta the World” as a road trip in which the main character’s mind and body are on two different trips and meet at the end. I only came to that conclusion as I reworked Back outta the World(BotW) prior to starting Tripio. I arrived at that conclusion approximately 20 years after I finished physically writing BotW. You will have to buy and read Tripio to find that section describing how I felt upon finishing BotW. I will tell you that it is one of the few parts of Tripio that remains word for word in the novel, as it was recorded in my SotM on that day in my apartment those many years ago.
If I am promoting and publishing Tripio as a Starbucks novel, reflecting on it daily now as the story of my early adult life, then I am writing about my writing twice over. In other words there could be no Tripio without BotW. Yet, I was hesitant at first to even name it. Early in the writing of Tripio, I referred to BotW as “my writing” or “the novel”. Then, as I began to feel confident and came to see potential in the publishing of Tripio, I made it a point to name and embed BotW into Tripio. In fact, I had to. In order for Tripio to “work” (you be the judge), BotW had to be a powerful, named presence in Jay’s mind. It had to be identified so that it could carry it’s third of the book.
I believe it worked. Again, you be the judge. Either way, I hope to find a path to publishing BotW at some point after Tripio. That would be the least Tripio could do for BotW since Tripio would not have come to be without it.
I do not think I am alone in breathing a sign of relief at the end of the Holiday Season. There was not much evidence of any Holiday merriment and good cheer as I went about those two weeks. My current job takes me to approximately one hundred work places of all sorts every week. The most commonly repeated appraisal of the two weeks consisting of Christmas and New Years Day was that it “felt like four Mondays”.
In my own case, I made a very bad decision a few weeks prior to this Holiday Season. I will exercise my self-editing prerogative and leave it at that. I will only say that the results of that decision were that every day for several weeks in early December were “dark, cold and ugly Mondays” for me.
It is said that all types of writing, whether it is labeled Science Fiction, Fantasy, you name it, is “emotionally autobiographical“. I could not agree more. For me at least, writing has little to do with agonizing over the right word to describe a certain character or complete a description. It isn’t a beautifully constructed sentence or a brilliant metaphor or allegory . Hell, I can’t even tell you the difference between the last two.
For me, writing is about making contact with myself. And if that is done in a way that a reader can recognize emotionally in themselves in some way, then it works for both of us. In revising and renewing the novel I wrote 25 years ago, Back outta the World, I am making contact with myself as a young man. It is illuminating to look under those words I wrote then and see what I see now. One theme I see emerging from the protagonist “Jay” was that he was taking his road trip in an attempt to both see new places and flee others. I see, and now describe, Jay’s road trip as ” his attempt to escape conscription into the American Dream”.
I could try to change Jay from Back outta the World. Re-write his story and thus mine. Sounds like a good sci-fi novel actually. I rewrite my old autobiographical road novel and it changes my current life as I go along….hmmm?
Got sidetracked. No, on second thought, I’ll leave Jay alone. Let him contact me and maybe learn something about myself as he goes on his trip. He made his decisions back then and he has to live with them. Come to think of it, so do I.
It’s nearly 2:30 in the afternoon. I’ve been going hard on my job as a route driver since I pulled my truck out of our facility at seven a.m. I have worked on catching up since then but am still way behind. To make it worse I need to stop to get gas which will kill any realistic chance I have of getting caught up. A new truck and a half a day of new stops have contributed to me being behind. They have contributed to the feeling that this is going to last forever, that I’m now too far behind to catch up. This in turn creates the belief that I am too old for this job now. I am creating the reality in my mind that if I don’t get the hang of it, it could cost me my job.
“Oh yea, gas!”
New company card. New pin. The pump wants to know. It tells me that I am using an “Unsupported PIN” I try to think. The small TV embedded in the pump comes on and shrieks irrelevance at me. I try again. “Please see cashier.” The small TV embedded in the pump shrieks more irrelevance. This time it about an aging rock bank and how “that song saved our career”. Why do I stop a listen?. Please see cashier. Now my big truck is suddenly in the way of the person who just pulled in behind me. It is windy and cold. The embedded TV continues to shriek at me. Very quickly the embedded TV has changed to show a pretty women who now grabs at my mind as I stand, eyes taken by her. Again, why do I look? Listen? I don’t even know what she’s saying! The embedded TV seems to get louder. I can feel eyes on me from the car waiting. The embedded TV doesn’t stop shrieking, grabbing at my thoughts. The pretty woman disappears and there is a second of blessed silence. I reclaim my mind and recover my thoughts. I use my own card for the gas and make a get away. One way to measure the loss created by the embedded TV is that it cost me twenty dollars.
Driving away, I feel pain in my mind. My mind, my thoughts, my own personal and private mental energy has been assaulted. I will get the twenty bucks back from work. Even if the thoughts and mental energy created before standing at the pump with the embedded TV were not my best, they were there for a reason. I did not give the embedded, shrieking, Speedway TV my permission to steal them away from me.
This experience gives some context to the challenge we face as regular folk, not to mention as writers. A stream of aggressive, targeted distractions (disguised as benefits), is coming at us nearly all day long. All of these have originated from outside our own mind. Would I have been able to write anything of unique value with the Speedway TV still echoing, without permission, in my mind hours later? No way I would have been able to. In fact, this is the next day. As far as the value goes, you be the judge.
Sure, I have novel on Amazon. Who doesn’t? I have been working on the already completed sequeal, prequeal to Tripio entitled Back outta the Wordl. The Pandemic has created serious obstactile to my to my “Glorious 5-Year plan’ to publish novel a year for the next four years. If it weren’t that, another challenge would arise to confront that plan. A similiar story can be found a million times over with just a few more clicks. Why stop here? I am sure if you tried you could recall a cousin or a niebghor or two who has a book pulbished on a similar platform.
There a million similar stories out there. Why would this blog help you when it is just a retelling of the same story with a change of few book titles? Simply put, because you can’t have one without the other.
There are a million stories because there truly are a million different stories and about half that many paths taken to get a book written and or published. By my math then, there must be hundreds of thousands of resources to help one start writing, maintain that writing, and perhaps get that writing published. Why? Because there have to be.
There is no one size fits all writing process. But, I have found that if you have a ghost of a chance of standing out at all, you must write from you own unique mind, soul and heart. To do that, the journey that ends in a novel starts for me, in the mind. It has to of course. But the real trick is keeping it there. And not go insane seeking answers all over hell and back. believe, if you don’t start there, by the time you have picked up the pen or opened the laptop to write, it is already too late. So, how does that apply to me?
Glad you asked! That is why I have enhanced this blog Tripio the Novel to become more ‘user friendly’, if you will. The blog will offer a path to writing that starts at the beginning of the process: the mind and the thoughts that it can generate. From there one can choose what actions to take. Now, I ain’t got no degree in a related academic field but offer practical observation and experience. I clearly and simply offer how I was able to cultivate my mind to create Tripio, Back outta the World and other works.
Now I want to look deeper into the whole process as I am experiencing it. In doing so, I hope to share all experiences, whatever label applies, and offer clear, usable, sustainable insight and recommendations for you all to use. It is on you from there. I am planning to mix in “real time” experience as I go about preparing my second novel, Back outta the World, for publication. This will be the good, bad, happy and sad of that journey told as openly and honestly as possible. How does that sound?
If you are one of the handful of lucky folks who happen to be following this blog, you were most likely able to find a farewell to Tripiohttps://www.amazon.com/Tripio-novel-Starbucks-Millionaire-Novelist-ebook/dp/B07NQ1413V written into the last post. You may be relieved to hear that. Like most things in life, it was good and bad. I was easily able to post about Tripio for almost a year. Good, because it confirmed that Tripio was not just a commodity I was trying to sell. The blog confirmed to me that the journey to creating Tripio was and is way more than me just trying to sell a “Starbucks novel”.
Bad, because in this country everything is a commodity to sell. Where to take Tripio? Straight to the market! Where else can one go and what else can one do? I’m getting ahead of myself. These will be topics for later posts. Getting back to Tripio, the farewell is there. It is daylight savings time today and we fell back an hour overnight. That put me up and awake at around 4 a.m. clock time. It seems quite appropriate to make a transition on daylight savings time, right? Did, I plan this? Of course not.
I am putting this extra hour of dark to good use though. I am sitting in my dining room chair, arms crossed and listening to “Sunday Baroque” on the radio. And doing what exactly?
You could not step twice into the same river: for other waters are ever flowing onto to you.– Heraclitus
You ain’t got not choice but to move on-me
Not altogether sure. I might be letting the mind process this last post in which I actively and intentionally sell, I mean, address Tripio. It will always be there because it has to be. I do have to move on from it though. As comfortable as it has been to post about Tripio, it has run its course. This time last year I don’t think I even had a blog. I may have been just getting started on it but it doesn’t matter too much. The point is that when I started, I discovered I liked blogging. I found great comfort in learning that “blog” stood for “web log”. That a blog is a log, or journal into which one makes entries. I can do that. I have done that. And all of them concern Tripio in one way or the other. I will continue to post news of Tripio related events on this site of course. But, now I am headed into “Back outta the World”.
What that means for you fortunate readers is that we can begin this new journey together. Which is fitting, since Back outta the World (BotW) is a novel about a journey, a road trip in which the mind and body take different paths, only to meet at the end. So, take a seat and come along as I start to revise the prequel to Tripio. I hope what I share going forward will be useful to you. I will more actively emphasize that part going forward. I may have been a little understated in many of the past posts. I felt that by simply relaying the experiences of writing and publishing Tripio that I could help other authors feel a little less alone as they undertake their own journey towards writing and publishing their work. Then again, I am new to all this too. So, let’s see what happens next. Climb aboard now or some time later…Oh yea, below is the vehicle we will be using. If you see it down the road, just wave and I’ll pull over pick and you up……
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