
"Holding Out The Cap..."
By Tony Lee I hate begging.
Never been one for accepting charity, me. It’s a pride thing. I might be at my lowest ebb, but I’ll still fight tooth and nail against borrowing money from someone. I just don’t like having to ask.
And it’s the same in all aspects of life. When I was twenty, twenty one years of age, I used to be a Covent Garden street performer. Did the Edinburgh Festival and everything, you know. I did a street theatre show called the “Scarlet Blade” . It won awards. But, at the end of each show, even though I’d effectively performed for my audience, I’d still feel bad about asking for money.
And of course, there were always the performers’ standards when asking – “Hey kids, if your mommy doesn’t give you a pound to put in the nice performer’s hat – it means they don’t love you”, or “If you liked this show, give me a pound. If you didn’t, write what was wrong with it on the back of a five, or ten pound note…”
And of course my favourite – “A pound is less than a cup of coffee here. If you can’t afford to give a pound, the chances are you need it more than I do.”
And of course they worked. People came forwards and money was put into the hat. It might not be a pound, it might be a handful of change, sometimes even a note, but they would come forwards.
And sixteen years later, I’m still doing it. But the game has changed and the product has altered – now, I’m begging, pleading people to buy and stock Hope Falls.
And this is a two pronged attack. You see, the guy on the street, middle of September? Doesn’t really give a toss about Hope Falls at the moment. The reason? Well, it’s quite simple. He wants to buy it, sure – but it’s not out for pretty much two months. Why should he care about it? He’ll care about it a week before it hits the shelves. He’ll care about it when he walks into his local comic store and sees it there waiting for him.
He’ll care when he discovers that he missed the first issue.
No, the begging and the pleading? It’s mainly so the retailers see it. That the stores order it. The reader? Well unless they’re pre-ordering for their pull box, they’re unlikely to even have it hitting their radar at the moment. I mean, let’s face it. It comes out a month before Christmas, and to make them really care about it right now is similar to making someone buy all their Christmas presents next month.
Yes. I know there are people out there, lost and scary people who do buy their presents in October, but if we all shut our eyes and pretend really hard, they’ll go away.
So I need to make the stores buy my comic. But the only weapon I have to hand is this month’s PREVIEWS, and there are thousands of other books out there in direct competition to mine. Three or four of them might even be better. So I have to find new weapons. And then the begging starts again.
The average creator has about three or four avenues of attack. Firstly is through the readers. Yes, I know we’ve said many won’t pre-order, but if we can get some people pre-ordering, the shops will have to take notice as they take the orders. This might build awareness.
Secondly, we can contact the stores direct. Now, this is harder than it sounds as there are thousands of stores in the US alone, and they get ten, twenty emails every day from people begging them to stock their comic. So, you have to make sure you have a little more in your corner. Make yourself an email list of people to contact, contact them all individually and ask if you can send them emails – if they say yes, they’re more likely to read your emails as they’ve become invested in it. Make sure there’s a PDF of the comic somewhere online, so you can link them to it. Make them read it. Make them a fan of it. Then they’ll do your selling for you. But to get to this point, you have to contact them. Personally? A phone call always seems to do the trick. Speak to the person who makes the orders. Explain about the book. Give them the link to the PDF. And hopefully they’ll order.
But again, I’m back to that point at the end of a show. I can feel it as I speak to them. I want to start my ‘give me a pound’ lines. Because I’m begging for their acceptance, I’m begging them to like me enough to look at my comic. And then to like it enough to order it.
But beware, expect your ego to be crushed. I phoned about a hundred retailers last week, across the U.S, and of them ten knew my name. twenty more didn’t know me, but stocked a book I’d written. Over half didn’t know who Markosia were. Of the hundred, only three knew of Hope Falls before I called. But, after I phoned, pretty much every one promised to at least have a look. Which is a start, but I’m one man and I can’t spend six hours a day phoning another continent at the best of times.
Of course, there are other ways. Third on the list is to get your publisher to do this. Many top level publishers have PR teams who’ll make sure shops have what they need to stock and sell your comic, from shelftalkers to posters. They’ll pick the best quotes from reviews and they’ll make you sound like the next big thing.
Which, funnily enough, I am. Such a shock, I know, but I thought I should mention it.
But never rely solely on your publisher to do this, as you must remember that you’re one of several books they have out this month, and they have to do this with every book. David Lloyd of V For Vendetta fame was talking to me at last May’s Bristol Comic Convention about sales for his incredibly excellent Dark Horse book Kickback. (Which, if you haven’t bought it already, go right now and order it.) He decided to phone a few shops up and see how the sales were going, only to discover that many stores didn’t even know the book was out. Dark House had done PR and advertising, they just hadn’t done enough.
I’ve always been of the mind that if you’ve written or drawn a book, no matter whether it’s work for hire or creator owned, DC Comics or Bob’s Basement, you should be proud enough of your work to, if required, talk about it yourself. Do the interviews, get the PR out. After all, even the most cynical of branding experts will tell you that any interview that pushes your name only goes to make editors know who you are. Hell, I’m talking about this in my column. I’m as bad as the rest of them.
But you’re still begging. You’re just being smarter about hiding the fact that you are.
I have a facebook now dedicated to Hope Falls. I have over a hundred and sixty people on it. They tell their friends. But in the end I’m still begging people to read my book.
But one thing I haven’t said, is why should you read my book? What’s better about this than, say JSA or World War Hulk? The honest answer is harder to find. I wrote it. It’s my baby. Of course I’m going to say it’s the best thing I’ve written. Which, by the way, at the time it was. Possibly still is. Of course I’m going to say that Dan Boultwood is incredible, and has done a stunning job. Well, he has. He’s had so much good press from this, it’s unbelievable. ATR did a piece on our next project, Shotgun Samurai last week and the following day we had three big name publishers contact us, asking to see it. Do you know how rare it is to even get one to do that? It’s not the story – it was the art. Dan’s art. His variant cover for Hope Falls #3 has already had enough response that we’ve made it into a T Shirt at http://www.cafepress.com/hopefalls Go buy it. Go on. It’s pretty. And of course it advertises us.
But our comic could be printed on gold with the blood of Christ itself, but I’d still have to tell you about it. And in doing so, convince you to order it, to buy it, to like it. And then when #2 comes out I’ll be trying to beg you to back order it, if you forgot. And then I’ll try to convince you to buy the collected trade.
And then I’ll start begging you to buy my next current project. Because we’re always shilling, always pimping, always begging.
It’s the nature of the beast, if you really care.
So continuing the shilling for sales, these next two weeks are the last ones you can pre-order Hope Falls. Which goes a long way to showing us and the retailers what end orders are likely to be like. And of course they’re the last couple of weeks that you have to spread the word to other people to spread the word. Some people are going that extra mile, the brilliant podcast Quiet! Panelologists At Work are running a competition for people photographed reading a copy. And the prize should be nice, because we’re looking to see if we’ll be able to donate a page of original artwork to that. And we’ll also be on the signing trail – first on our tour we have the launch party at the Birmingham International Comic Show on the 12th October, and then we have the London Expo the following week, where we’ll be signing advance expo copies.
Oh, on the launch party – it’s now moved to The Newt, a large bar/restaurant in the centre of Birmingham, following a fire at the Cotton Club that’s put it out of use for at least six months. Now, I know that the Saturday night convention Bar, Bennetts has offered to host the Friday night party as well, and the BICS organisers are speaking to them at the moment, so a finalised location will be announced soon, but for the moment class this as gospel [EDIT: Venue has changed, this flyer is the definitive article]:-

I will be honest, we have a lot of people coming to this, so if you don’t actually know me or Dan personally, the best way to ensure getting in is to pre-book the convention, but if you’re known to me or Dan, we do have a VIP list we can add to. Hurry though. Skelter will be performing, the NYC band consisting of two top notch DC Editors, and I stress this right now –
THEY WILL NOT BE LOOKING AT PITCHES AND PORTFOLIOS WHILE PLAYING.
Got that? Good.
So what else is happening? Well, we’re finishing off #3 of Hope Falls, layouts for Shotgun Samurai #1 and preparing for a few signings. I’ve also finished my Moonstone project and I’m now focussing on a couple of novels and my Warrior Nun Areala: Excommunicated mini. I’m also doing a couple of interviews for Newsarama, and Dan is about to do his first interview for All The Rage.
Talking of Dan…
I regained consciousness right in the thick of it.
My arms were like gravy as I staggered back from the melue, taking in what seconds before had been something else together entirely.
“Never!” I cried in the vain hope it was appropriate.
Suddenly I was caught asunder by a kipper; in a moment of bad comedy my rectum distended causing distress to my travelling companions and an enormous tailoring bill.
I sipped my vermouth, savouring the moment.
“They’ll never believe this at Bagshot Row!” Cried my communicative chum - the heathen god that is Count Woogie.
“Inaudible!” I hacked, choking on my gin and dislodging a molar.
My eyes lost focus as the paint fumes reached my ocular fragility, causing mild annoyance and a lack of sight.
“An unfortunate circumstance has befallen me” I castrated, grabbing Count Woogie’s tailcoat with the end of my duck handled umbrella and holding on for dear life as the mining cart flew though the tunnels at the speed of a cantaloupe.
Terror cried for mother as we hurtled into the oncoming traffic, swerving maniacally to avoid an omnibus our eyes peeled in lemon juice as the cart hit something that was in the way of where we were headed - not that we knew where that was at the time, given that mining carts are notoriously hard to steer in any definitive direction.
Thrown into the air, we span as scraps to the proles.
With no prior warning my left fibular shattered with the force of a right fibular shattering as my body saved one for Sally. Dazed and inebriated I peered round, jaws agape like some sort of spiggended ragaloon.
Dragging the prone Woogie out of the wreckage I inspected the scene with languid intenet.
“Gin?” My surreptitious pal mumbled, the boater on his head keeping his cranium intact.
“We hit a Suffragette dear boy” I responded, relief filling me like a never ending bar tab.
“But…but wait!” I lozeneged, pulling a tattered cravat from within my Gieves and Hawkes inflatable waistcoat life jacket for no particular reason.
Spotting something rather shiny emanating from her enormous hat we both gasped in inappropriate delight!
”Hurrah” we cried reclaiming the Maltese Falcon and claiming our bounty of one shilling and sixpence!
On the Internet? I mentioned it earlier, so come along and join our Facebook group, Hope Falls. Come and say hi to me. We need to beat Jamie McKelvie’s Suburban Glamour group so we can steal away his Suicide Girls and become rulers of men.
And, you know, make him cry lots.
Looking for something to read? If you’re in the States, visit http://www.wowio.com – they have PDF copies of all three Starship Troopers stories and all of Midnight Kiss available for free download. Seriously. Or, if you prefer to read them in your hands, visit Midtown Comic’s website and buy Books 1 and 2 of Starship Troopers and Midnight Kiss from them. All three are still available, you know. Midnight Kiss has an introduction by Michael Moorcock. He’s like, famous and stuff.
And so that’s it for this week, next time we’ll be into last checks for the Birmingham International Comic Show, so expect a lot of nervous thread drifting.
And probably a ton of begging…
Tony Lee is the award-nominated writer of things including The Tizzle Sisters with G.P Taylor and Dan Boultwood, Starship Troopers, Doctor Who, X-Men, and Midnight Kiss. Later this year Tony has stories involving Wallace & Gromit and Shrek coming out. At the end of the year he hopes to have Dodge & Twist out by AiT/PlanetLar. In 2008 he has Robin Hood – Outlaw’s Pride with Sam Hart and Walker Books, and Warrior Nun Areala: Excommunicated with Antarctic Press.
Michael Moorcock says that ‘Tony Lee is one of the best story-tellers working in comics today’. He drinks, though.
Dan Boultwood is the critically acclaimed artist of things including The Tizzle Sisters with G.P Taylor and Tony Lee, and both Monster Club and Comicana for APC.
Together they have written and drawn The Gloom (out later this year as a collected edition) and the upcoming Hope Falls, out in November from AAM/Markosia. The website is www.hope-falls.com.
Tony’s website is www.tonylee.co.uk. Feel free to email him and interrupt his day.
© 2007, Tony Lee & Dan Boultwood
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