Nerdology 101: Love & Lots

Hey loves! Welcome back to Nerdology 101. This week I’m sharing a short story I wrote earlier this year. A few housekeeping notes before the story though:

1. Please remember that this short story is meant to be a test. I have never written contemporary romance before this and I’m using this to see how that audience responds to my writing in it.

2. This is still out to a lit mag, but the one it’s out to accepts works that are posted on a personal blog.

3. Feedback and reactions are welcome so long as they are kindly worded.

Now, let’s get into some Nerdology!

Love and Lots

A Short Contemporary Romance Story

By Maria Levato

Freshman Year

It all began in the Lakeside Parking Structure at Northwestern University. I was a commuter student since my family lived in Evanston. It was three hours earlier than I needed to be there, yet I was in a rush. My anxiety had been nagging at me all morning, telling me I wouldn't be able to find a spot, or that I'd get lost and be late on my first day of class, or any number of unlikely situations that led me to show up this early. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for my anxiety that morning.

            When I pulled into the parking lot, it was mostly empty. After all, most college students aren't likely to be getting up and rushing to campus this early. Rather, they're all probably still asleep. So, it was just me and one other car.

            I choose the space closest to the exit of the parking structure since it's open and set myself up to back in. As I do, the other car suddenly swoops in, aiming for the same space. Next thing I know, the sound of crashing metal is ringing in my ears as my body jerks to the right. Luckily, I'm unharmed, though I don't even have to look before I know that I can't say the same about the back-left side of my car.

            "Fuck," I groaned as I threw the car into park so I could get out and assess the damage. "What were they thinking?"

            I hopped out of the car and took a look at the exterior of the red BMW Daddy had just bought me. The smashed taillight, huge dent from their obnoxiously large, black SUV, and scraped paint pissed me off all the more. "Hey!" I turned and face their SUV. "What the hell?"

            The driver's side door opened and out stuck a leg, covered by the fitted ankle of grey joggers. As the foot at the end of those joggers met the pavement of the parking lot, I noticed the fresh pair of black YSL Men's sneakers at the end of them. My older brother had a pair just like them. A deep, gravelly voice sounded off from a face I still couldn't quite make out from behind the barely legal tint of the window. "Yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention."

Finally, he stepped fully into my view. I was captured by the sight of him immediately. He must have been the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He was about the same height as my father and brother, maybe a little taller. 6'5, perhaps? And the warm, golden glow of his flawless skin was second only to the bulging veins protruding from the muscles of his forearm. His eyes were dark, like the rich, brown mahogany of the dining room table at home. My heart nearly stopped looking at him. I don't know how long I was frozen for, but it must have been long enough that he noticed if his next words were any indication. "Are you alright? You look dazed. You didn't hit your head, did you? I can take you to the hospital if you think you might have a concussion."

I snapped out of it. "What? No. I'm fine. You know, I hope you have insurance because my Daddy will not be happy when he sees this."

"Whoa, calm down. It's okay." He held up his insurance card. "I'll give you my information."

"Good," I replied, trying to sound as condescending as possible. "Why would you do that anyway? You had to have seen me pulling into that spot. The whole lot is open too. It wouldn't have hurt you to park one space further, would it?"

"No, it wouldn't have," He answered. "You're right, and I'm sorry. It's just my first day here. I guess my nerves have me acting kind of stupid this morning."

I nodded, understanding how that felt. "It's fine. I get it. I'm a freshman too. I'm here three hours before my first class, so trust me when I say I understand the anxiety. Just be more careful, okay? You could have hurt someone."

He smirked. "Will do, Mom."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Now," I open the notes app in my cell phone, "What's the information I should be jotting down?"

"Um, yeah. The name is Osiris Carhart."

The name Carhart rung a bell to me. I knew a Carhart. "Really? Does your father happen to be James Carhart?"

Osiris's head tilted to the side. "Yeah, it is. What? Did you see him in Forbes or something?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. It's just… My father is Henry Nettle. I'm Kyra Nettle. I think our dads are in the middle of making a pretty big business deal."

"Yeah, I think you might be right. My dad was just telling me that we were invited over to your house this weekend for dinner so he and your dad could pan out some of the details. He wanted me to come because I'm his only child and will one day be running the company. Besides, he said that if the deal goes through, our families will likely be spending a lot of time together."

I nod. "That sounds about right. Well then, I'll keep that in mind when I tell Daddy about all this. He gets protective and I don't want to make it seem like you're reckless or irresponsible."

He smiles, those annoyingly perfect teeth of his making my heart flutter. "Thanks for that."

After that, he finishes giving me the information I need for the insurance claim and we go our separate ways. I head toward University Hall, home of the English department, on foot from there. This year, I'm a freshman, so I can't apply to my major yet. Next year, though, I hope to declare as a creative writing major on the fiction track, so in preparation for that, I have some courses in the building.

Since I have so much time before classes start, I take my time to poke around and get to know the place better as I walk over. This is the first time I'd ever been on campus alone. I usually came with Daddy. Northwestern was his alma mater, and he visited it often. As many times as he brought me with him when I was young, you would have thought I knew that campus like the back of my hand. I didn't, though. All the other times I came before that first day, I never got to explore. We were always here for events that kept me on specific parts of campus. It was always a field, a court, or some fancy alumni event. It was never just me.

Now, as I roam the campus alone, early in the morning when it's still quiet and peaceful with few other students roaming about, I fall in love with it. It truly is a beautiful place. The buildings remind me a lot of the ones I saw while vacationing in Edinburgh—so grand and intricate in their design. Something about the beauty of this place makes the anxiety I had felt just minutes earlier fade as awe blossoms in its place.

I continue to wander about until the time for my first class approaches. This semester, I'm taking a first-year seminar, Literatures in Addiction, a German course to meet the language requirement, Intro to Creative Writing, and Topics in Multi-Ethnic Literature. Intro to Creative Writing is what I'm on my way to now. Thanks to Northwestern's open curriculum, I had the freedom to take some 200-level English courses even in my first semester. It was exciting to be able to dive right into the thing I loved, but little did I know I'd be discovering many more loves during my time as a college student.

            One of those other loves I met entering the classroom for that creative writing course. She, like me, was a freshman taking the course. We were the first two in the classroom. Things started off awkwardly, as would be expected for two freshman sitting in an empty classroom on their first day waiting for a class to start. She spoke first—a fact I'm grateful for since I'm an Emily Dickinson-level recluse. "Hi, I'm Samantha Jane," Her southern accent was so bright and warm. "And you are?"

            "Kyra," I smile back at her. "Nice to meet you. Are you aiming for the creative writing program too, or is there another reason you're taking this class?"

            "I'm hoping to get into the program on the fiction track, how about you?"

            "Same," I told her. "I want to be a romance writer."

            "Ah, that's lovely. I'm aiming for fantasy."

            I smiled. "Fantasy is my second favorite genre."

            "And romance is my second favorite. What a coincidence? I can tell we're going to be besties already."

            She was right, of course. After class, we had some time to kill before either of us had another course, so we spent that time getting to know each other and we definitely hit it off. I told her all about the gorgeous man that had hit me earlier that morning. Her response? "You're a romance writer, don't you know that's a perfect meet-cute?"

            As a writer, I agreed with her, but this was real life, not one of my stories. I shrugged her off, changing the subject as we continued to chat. It wasn't long before I had to leave, though. There was a seminar calling my name, then a German class, and a multi-ethnic literature one soon after. The first day of college flew by faster than I'd ever imagined, as did the rest of the week.

            When the weekend rolled around, I found myself in the living room of the penthouse my parents and I lived in telling Daddy all about my first week. It was the first time we'd had the chance to talk since he'd been away on business until this morning.

            As I finally stop raving about how much I love college so far, he gives me that soft, loving look that he always gets when he's proud. "I'm proud you had a good week, sweetheart. It sounds like you're doing great."

            "Thank you, Daddy." I pause. "There is one more thing I should tell you about, though."

            "What is it, sweetie?"

            "I met Osiris Carhart. He's going to Northwestern too, presumably as a business major since he plans to succeed his father. Funny story, he accidentally hit me when in the parking lot on my way in the first day. It's no big deal, just a dent and a broken taillight. We should be able to have it fixed easily enough."

            "He hit you?" Daddy's tone told me that my attempt to deliver that news lightly might not have worked so well as I'd hoped.

            "It's really not a big deal, Daddy. Please don't do anything crazy."

            "A car accident is a very big deal, sweetheart. What if you had been hurt?"

            "I wasn't hurt, Daddy. I'm okay. Besides, Osiris was super nice about the whole thing. He didn't give me any trouble."

            Daddy sighed, wrestling his protective side down now that I'm insisting. It was rare that I got stubborn with Daddy, but he knew that when I did he was in a losing battle. He always told me I was like my Momma in that way, and Momma always told him that he better not make it out to be a bad thing since she knew damn well it was one of the reasons he fell in love with her. He never did because Daddy did love her and every word that came out of her stubborn mouth. They had a romance just as beautiful as any of the ones that inspired me.

            The following night, Osiris and his father, Mr. Carhart, came over for dinner as planned. Momma made a nice dinner, and we all sat down together. The conversation was pretty generic for most of the meal. You know? The kind of small talk that happens when no one is sure how much of their true self is appropriate to expose because the gathering is in some grey area no one at the table can quite identify. Intimate setting, professional purpose, two people who can't drink yet, two business titans, and two wives of very different backgrounds.

Momma was from New Orleans; she was a civil rights activist who met Daddy during a march to protect majority Black public schools from getting their funding cut in Louisiana. He was one of the few white guys who showed up. She always joked that it was hard not to notice him because of how much he stuck out. Mrs. Nettle is less outspoken than Momma. I don't know much about her background, but in all times she's appeared in the media with her husband, I had rarely seen her express any sort of strong opinion. I figure she has a more diplomatic and formal approach to things than Momma's more outspoken ways.

After dinner, Daddy suggests that I show Osiris around the house while the adults discussed business. I agreed and wandered off with Osiris trailing behind me. We ended up in my room, which was on the opposite side of the house from the dining room. where I took a seat on the red, satin sheets of my bed and he sat on the white desk chair by my computer. "Did you have a good first week?"

He nodded. "I did. I'm enjoying the business classes I'm taking."

"Oh, so it's not just something you're doing because it's what your dad does?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. My dad has always been good about not pushing his decisions onto me. I chose to follow in his footsteps because I always looked up to him. It's rare to see a genuinely ethical corporation in this world, especially in this country, but our parents have done just that. Fair trade materials, living wages for employees, diverse boards, and true philanthropy. If you ask me, it's amazing that they've done it and have proven that corporations don't have to be evil. Granted, neither of us are no where near as big as some of the more corrupt corporations but look at us. We have nice houses and cars, our parents were able to pay our tuition, and we have no loans to worry about when we graduate. It's not a bad life."

I nodded. "I like that. It's cool that you want to do it not just for the money or the legacy, but for yourself and because you care about doing it the right way."

"Thanks, I appreciate that. What's your major? You never said."

"Oh, me? I'm undeclared right now. The program I'm aiming for is one you can't apply to until after you're a sophomore."

"Let me guess, Creative Writing?"

"How did you know?"

He looked around at the walls of my room, each lined with books, and then to the piles of crumbled up papers spilling out of the small trash can I keep in the corner. "Let's just say you don't hide it well."

A giggle came out before I could stop it. "I'm passionate, don't judge."

His eyes twinkled. The look in them was all I needed to know that he was falling for me. He was falling hard and fast and I wasn't sure I wanted him to stop. "You don't have to worry about me judging you. I think it's amazing. I sure couldn't do it. Writers are vital in our society. They challenge us to look inward and face some of the hardest facts about life. I would never think poorly of someone brave enough to pursue such an influential path."

Correction: I definitely did not want him to stop. Osiris and I ended up talking well into the night. It wasn't until Daddy finished up his discussion with Mr. Carhart and realized we had been in my room alone all that time that we stopped, mostly on account of Daddy looking like he was about to lose his mind in front of a business partner he just signed an agreement with when he came back there. Osiris and his family went home, and I spent the rest of the night texting Samantha all about our conversation.

Me: "Girlll! I think you were right. Maybe me and Osiris are something."

Samantha: "I knew it! Tell me everything!"

Me: "We just spent hours talking in my room. He's amazing!"
            Samantha: "Talking, or talking?"

Me: "Talking, girl. Slow down. We're nowhere near that part yet."

Samantha: "Fineee. Keep me updated though."

Samantha: "I'm totally invested in this budding romance now."

Me: "Gotcha. See you Monday?"

Samantha: "Yup."

That Monday, I told Samantha all about my talk with Osiris. She was gushing by the end of it. "So, what you're saying is that you two totally get each other without even having to talk? If he were a fae, you two would totally be fated mates. I'm calling it."

"Calling what exactly?" Her little rant had me raising my eyebrow.

She scoffed as if it was obvious. "The love match, duhh. I'm calling the future of your relationship with Osiris. It'll happen, trust me."

It was such a strange conversation to be having with someone I'd only known a week, but Samantha's warmth shined brightly through that extroverted personality she had. As odd as it was, she did feel like my best friend already. As for what she was saying about Osiris and I, I wasn't nearly as sure as she was. Maybe one day he and I could be more. In that moment, though, it was still early in my Freshman year. I wanted to focus on my studies. While I did that, I decided that I'd get to know Osiris better and if it was right, it would happen when the time was right. "Yeah, I don't know about that Samantha. It'd be cool if that was the case, but the situation is complicated, especially since our fathers are in business together."

"And you're supposed to be the romance writer between the two of us," She nudged as she said it. "How are you going to write it if you're too scared to live it?"

"It is called creative writing. I suppose I'll have to use my imagination." I pushed back. I knew well that life experiences could be a vital part of inspiring my craft, but I really didn't want to admit that she had a point. Luckily for me, class was starting soon and I had the chance to change the subject before she could rebut my comment. "Come on, the professor is going to be ticked if we're late. I'm aiming for star pupil, not delinquent with poor time management skills."

Samantha relented, not wanting to be late to class either, and ran along with me as I darted into the building. After that, I didn't have much time to slow down again until I was leaving campus that evening. In between classes, I worked a lot on coursework. No one could ever accuse me of procrastination. As I was heading toward my car that afternoon, I bumped into Osiris, this time on the sidewalk. "Hey, watch where you're going there. What was it you told me? Someone could have been hurt."

I looked up at him, cursing his stupid, beautiful face for being in my path just when I wanted to confine myself to thinking of him as a friend. Repeating his own words back to him as he just did to me, I teased. "Will do, Mom."

His eyes lit up with amusement. "Say, I think I sprained my ankle when you bumped into me. Here's the deal, I won't press charges if you buy me an ice cream."

A slow smile rose to my cheeks, I could feel myself turning red and I hated it. I loathed it. I loved it. "I find that hard to believe. You're standing on it just fine."

He lifted his ankle slowly, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, and tucked the joint in his hand. "Ow."

            In that moment, I was caught between laughing and wanting to kiss him—Wait, no. Kick. I meant kick. I wanted to kick him. The stupid, crooked smile on his face was just too tempting though. I bit my lip, trying to choke down my longing to say yes, but in the end, the offer was too good to pass up. "Come on, we'll go to Kilwins."

"Kilwins is my favorite," he answered, ankle back on the ground. I suppose it magically healed.

            "Mine too. Best ice cream in Evanston. I'll meet you there?"

            He shook his head. "Riding with you, actually. My car is in the shop for maintenance. I was going to have to rideshare home."

            "So now I'm getting you ice cream and giving you a ride. You ask for too much."

            "You give too little." He replied as we got to my car, it was followed by the beep of it unlocking just before we climbed in.

            As we settled into the black leather seats of the BMW, I asked him, "What more do you want?"

            "From you? Your everything, Kyra. I won't stop until I have it all."

            My heart wanted to beat right out of my chest. I assumed he was just teasing, but even so it wasn't an easy thing to ignore. Not sure how to respond, I answered as if it was just part of our normal banter as I pulled out of the lot and headed toward Kilwins. "Leech."

            Osiris was quiet for the rest of the ride there. Looking back at it now, I worry I might have hurt him that day. Back then, though, I just assumed it was awkward for him to be riding with me. By the time we ordered our ice cream at Kilwins, though, he was back to his normal self. We fell back into normal conversation and spent the time learning more about each other. I remember every detail. Osiris's favorite color: yellow—which I hate. Osiris's favorite music group: Jagged Edge—a total sap at heart. Osiris's most embarrassing moment: mispronouncing the word colloquial as collick-quill during his first live interview with the press after his father announced that he would be the sole-inheritor of the Carhart legacy—hilarious.

            After that day, Osiris and I hung out pretty often. Between appearances for our families at galas and business events, being on the same campus, and being dragged into the same friend group when Samantha started dating a guy from his econ class that he had befriended. Soon enough, it felt liked we were together more often than we weren't. It was hard not to fall for him in the months that followed. Eventually, it stopped being about not wanting to rush or cause trouble for my dad. By the end of our second semester, it was just about being too scared to tell him how I felt.

            I kept telling myself I'd tell him after I finished my writing sample for the creative writing major I would be applying to sooner rather than later. In truth, I'd have come up with excuse not to tell him even if nothing important was going on. The writing sample was just the most convenient one. I was so afraid that he'd turn me down. My inner turmoil got so rough that I started avoiding him.

            Weeks went by without me answering any of his texts or speaking to him in any capacity. He kept trying to reach out, but I avoided him at every turn. I felt bad, but my brain just wouldn't let my heart take the lead on that one. Osiris came to figure out that there was more to my absence from his life after a while. After all, we had become such a regular occurrence that it must have felt like more than school stress to him.

            One day, he showed up at my house. I heard the signature ding of the speaker box that tells me someone is trying to be let up. When I approached the penthouse's elevator to see who it was, it was his voice I heard ringing through it. "Kyra, I know you're in there. I saw your father in the parking lot as he was about to pull out. He told me you were up here. Let me in. I need to see you. Please… I need to see you."

            The heartbreak in his voice was one step too far for even my anxiety about being rejected to stop me from answering him. I couldn't be the reason he sounded like that. My finger made its way to that button on nothing but the desire to make that pain in his voice go away. "You're good. Come up."

            I heard the gears in the elevator start to move as it rose. Not but a few seconds after, it dinged and the doors opened. I stared at Osiris as he stepped out, wanting to tell him everything, but saying nothing. "Well, are you going to explain yourself, Kyra? I know this can't all be about schoolwork."

            I sighed. "It's not."

            "Then what is it?" He pleaded with me to tell him.

            "It's you," I pause. "It's me," another beat passes. "It's us."

            "What about us? I thought we were…" His words trailed off like he lost the nerve to finish that sentence.

            "We were." I answered before he could regain said nerve. "That's the problem."

            He looked at me, confusion contorting his features. "I don't understand."

            I scoffed. "You wouldn't."

            "Then explain it to me, Kyra," he snapped, then his voice lowered until it was barely a whisper. "I want to understand."

            Rage boils inside me until I scream at him. "I think I'm in love with you. There, are you happy now? I said it."

            The suffering that had plagued his features just moments earlier contorted until that crooked, arrogant smile of his returned. "You love me."

            There again it happened. My idiotic heart, unable to read the room, thumped so hard I get light-headed. "Yeah, I do."

            He nods, slow, like he finally understands my disappearing act. "And you're afraid I don't feel the same?"

            I gulp, then nod.

            Osiris takes my hand, pulling me in and wrapping his arms around me. "I love you too, Kyra."

            And just like that, all the fear I felt dissipated until all that remained was the feeling of him.

Present Day

"It seems like just yesterday that we bumped into each other in that parking lot here at Northwestern. Now, I'm two years out of grad school, standing here at my beloved alma mater, telling you all the story from my life that inspired my debut novel, Love and Lots. I'm so glad to be hosting my launch party here at Northwestern. This place did so much for me. The things I learned and the people I met led me to a path I never dreamed I'd be able to attain. Thank you all for coming."

The applause that rings from the crowd is mighty, but as I step off the stage my eyes focus on only one face, even skipping over that of Samantha, who took time out of her own book tour to come support me. No, there was only one face that captured my attention. That of my fiancé, Osiris Carhart.

-End Story-

I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know how you feel about Love & Lots so I know if I should keep playing with this particular subgenre. That’s it for this week’s Nerdology 101 post. Check back next week for another. Until then, as always, have yourself a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: In Their Words - The Blog of a Friend

Hey, Nerds! Welcome back to Nerdology 101. This week, I wanted to take some time out to spotlight a new blog on the bookish scene. It’s called In Their Words, run by my friend and editor, Robyn Wagner-Skarbek, with the goal of spotlighting indie authors such as myself. Robyn did me the kindness of asking me to be her first interview, so I wanted to show up for her as much as I could.

First Interview… Where can I find it?

On her blog’s page, linked HERE.

What else do I need to know?

A ton! Robyn is an amazing editor. I love working with her. She makes such an active effort to understand the voice of her writers and their intentions so she never edits out the meaning behind it. I’ve worked with her over multiple books now and my writing is better for it. As an indie, a good editor used for a long time can act a lot like a writing coach, actively helping you improve your work. So, it means a lot to me to have her as part of my team. More than that, Robyn is always supportive, clear, and quick to show up for the writers who work with her. She’s referred me to bookstores who ended up carrying my work, spotlighted me on her new blog, and engaged with me content regularly while I try to find my audience. I think readers will find her blog informative, fun, and easy to connect with. Her passion is sure to come through in it.

Will the blog only cover romantasy?

NOPE! Robyn has shared with me that the line-up she has for the first few posts covers a few genres. In Their Words is sure to connect with readers of all kinds.

Well, this sounds cool. Where can I find Robyn beyond the blog’s page?

This is her website: https://www.robynedits.com/

Her IG: https://www.instagram.com/robynws_/

Her Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/robynws.bsky.social

Make sure to engage with her across platforms to help her business and her blog continue to grow! I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.

Got it. Now, if I’m a writer and I’m thinking about hiring Robyn as an editor, can you tell me if she’s inclusive?

Of course she is! I only work with people who are. Robyn understands and supports intersectionality. Whether you’re BIPOC, LGBTQIA+, disabled, or anything else, you're good to go with her. She has worked with me on Black characters, characters with mental illnesses, characters experiencing loss/grief, and characters who are nonbinary now, so I can recommend her on this front too. I know how important it is for writers in the global majority or queer community to have an editor who can accept and adore characters that aren’t cishet white people.

Is there anything else you can tell us?

Unfortunately not, but make sure you keep an eye on Robyn’s pages for updates from her.

That’s about all for this segment of Nerdology 101. Check back in next Friday for another. Until then, have yourself a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: First 150 Days

Oh my Goddesses! It’s already been 150 days since The Fate of Angels and Demons came out. This is awesome! I’m excited. Honestly, I didn’t even realize how long it had been until I started thinking about this week’s topic. It’s awesome that it falls where it does too since I’ll technically be in Orlando, FL doing a book signing at The New Romantics on the 150th day (I write these posts about a week before they actually release because it helps me make sure I can get them out on schedule. Seems to be working because I haven’t missed a post since this blog started in October of last year.). Anyway, sidebar aside, let’s get into some Nerdology!

What’s so special about 150 days?

A lot! It’s a huge post-release landmark in a lot of ways. 150 days is enough time to accurately measure how a book is doing. Early indicators usually are the most accurate when it comes to indie/self-published works, unlike with trad published books where early sales are some of the highest indicators. This is because of simple math. Most of the big name trad authors that come to your mind when you think of trad publishing are reaching the majority of their audience off the bat, meaning that early indicators are probably gather metrics from most of their established audience. The same doesn’t apply to indies. Even if a book isn’t doing wonderfully out of the gate, for indies, that probably doesn’t cover very much of their target audience because they usually haven’t already found said audience. So, every time they post or run ads, they’re likely being introduced to an entirely new group of people. Thus, long term indicators are probably a much better way to ensure accurate measurement, especially since indie books have a habit of doing a 180 when least expected.

What do the long term indicators say about your book?

Well, I’d say the heartbeat is steady but that it doesn’t necessarily mean we’re out of the woods yet. I see the growth, the slow upticks in engagement (specifically on TT this week), the interest from more and more events and bookstores, and even the slow addition of reviews. The efforts of me and my PA are producing some results, however slowly that might be happening. Here’s a more in-depth summary:

Social Media:

Since April 1st (the release date of The Fate of Angels and Demons) my TikTok metrics have been 14.8k views (375.4% increase), 104 profile views (205.9% increase), 360 likes (291.3% increase), 49 comments (1125% increase), and 89 shares (368.4% increase). Those are pretty huge leaps and bounds, but lets put them in perspective by also going over just the metrics of the last 7 days. 1.5k views (109% increase), 11 profile views (450% increase, also like 1/10th of the total profile views since April), 32 likes (45.5% increase), 3 comments (100% increase, had not the week prior), 7 shares (100% increase, had none the week prior). From this, you can see pretty clearly that the majority of this growth is coming more recently. All in all, I’m up 54 followers on TikTok since April 1st 86.2% increase).

On Instagram, the growth is even slower. It only shows the insights from up to 90 days ago, meaning this is doesn’t go all the way back to April 1st, but in my net followers I see that I’m up by 9 and 71.2% of my views are coming from non-followers, as is 43% of my engagement. The totals are 9419 views, 279 interactions, 452 followers. It’s by no means a boom, but it is a slow, hard earned growth.

Sales:

This is going great. Just this week, I heard from another bookstore in my local area wanting to set up a meeting with me to talk about stocking my book. This one came from a referral. My best friend’s cousin stopped by their store and saw that they work with indies, so she told my best friend and my best friend told me. I reached out; they responded. Yay!

I also had to turn down an event for the first time. It was one I had been waitlisted for. They reached out to me due to some cancellations and asked if I could come, but I had already filled the space with another event on the same date in a different state, so I had to turn it down. This is growth because this year is the first year, and the first book, where I’ve had a pretty full schedule and am able to start working on events for the next year ahead of time. It does also mean more sales.

Of course, most of those haven’t happened yet (next week, Sept, Oct), so I can’t give results quite yet. What I can do, though, is tell you what I have sold—and that, my loves, is more than DOUBLE what I had sold this time last year. The Fate of Angels and Demons has MORE. THAN. DOUBLED. the sales I saw from Journey to Rallem.

Year-to-Date Sales (2026) vs. Last Year-to-Date Sales (2025). Paperback sales are depicted in dark blue while ebook sales are depicted in light blue. Screenshot from my IngramSpark Dashboard. Special edition sales are not included, nor are in person sales, direct sales, or website sales. This dashboard only counts sales reported from retailers to IngramSpark. Including sales counts from other sources adds an additional 12-ish? copies.

Needless to say, that is awesome. I don’t think there is a better example of why long term indicators are better for gearing the growth of an indie author. For all the struggling and feeling like I’m getting nowhere, this number makes it abundantly clear that I am. I couldn’t be happier. So, thank you, dear readers, as well as my team and the wonderful people who helped me do this. You nerdy weirdos are the best.

That is all I have for this week, though. Check back with me again next week for the next segment of Nerdology 101. Until then, have a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: Identity & Writing

The nerds have returned! Welcome back to Nerdology 101. I’m super excited for this weeks topic as it is, of course, one that is very personal to me. This week, I’ll be sharing with you my own experiences regarding identity and writing. Strap in because this is going to be a long post.

Why this topic?

Writing forces you to sit with the truth of who you are in some of the most unexpected ways. Even in the most fictioniest of fiction, it holds up a mirror that you can’t shy away from if you want to write something good. So, I chose this topic because right now, I feel like looking into that reflection and sharing it with my audience is a necessary thing to do. This blog is the best way to do that because it’s definitely NOT a topic designed for short-form content.

Why now?

Because when I sat down at my computer to write a blog post, this is the topic I felt drawn to. On the surface, there probably isn’t a profound reason I’m choosing to do it now. Though, on a more profound level, I think the context of my life, position as a writer, and the world in general is likely why the topic was drawing me in.

What are you mixed with?

In this instance, I am CHOOSING to share specifics because I feel that it’s relevant. Please remember, though, that in general, you aren’t owed answers to this questions or questions like it—and that “what are you?” is NOT an appropriate way to ask the question. If asked in that format, I will almost always say “your worst nightmare” (shout out to Mushu for that one).

Anyway, the simplified answer is Italian and Black. Anything else would be distant and unsubstantial to my identity and experience. I do say it in that order because it’s roughly a 75/25 split.

Being Mixed in General

So, a common issue for mixed people is that you exist outside of societal context. There’s never a clear space for you. In a lot of cases, this triggers a series of back-to-back identity crises that really isn’t healthy on any level. I experienced identity crises like this all throughout my childhood and teenage years. For the most part now, I have sorted that out internally (despite the worlds best efforts to make that impossible), but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still come up on occassion. It just means I know how to work through the internal chaos it triggers in a way that allows my identity to remain in tact, rather than being called into question by someone else’s lack of education.

Okay, so how does that carry over to your writing?

Well, for starters, the entire angel vs. demon plotline experiments with race. The demons are an obviously oppressed group with dark skin. The angels are group of people with light skin being used as weapons to uphold the oppression of demons. The gods are the ones who misinformed the angels in such a way that made the demons seem bad, thereby turning them into weapons of oppression, because it maintained the power of the gods. There’s a lot of specific context where I ask the reader to question how wrong the demons can really be for reacting to their oppression in ways that are frowned upon by other characters, as well as context where I highlight the fact that the angels being misinformed doesn’t automatically absolve them of harm they perpetuated once they know better, yet I still make it clear that these systems where created and designed by the gods who should ultimately be blamed for it. Now, there’s a lot of obvious real-world metaphor for race in that, but that’s not the only context in which race comes up for me as a writer.

There’s also the community aspect. Most readers at this point have heard the terms Booktok, Bookstagram, and even Booksky for Bluesky users. But, did you know there’s also online Black communities that focus on Black authors and readers—like Black Booktok, Black Bookstagram, and Black Booksky. Let me be abundantly clear about something before I continue: BLACK PEOPLE HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO WANT A SPACE WITHIN THE BOOKISH COMMUNITY SPECIFIC TO THEM. It’s actually out of respect for that space that I don’t use the language, tags, or keywords specific to these communities. My experience will never be equivalent to that of someone with darker skin. I am a light-skinned Mixed woman who could be white passing if she tried and is frequently mistaken for various kinds of Hispanic (I’ve heard Columbian, Mexican, Puerto Rican, everything under the sun.).

Here’s the point, though: There isn’t really a space specific to Mixed people in the book community. Just now, I pulled up IG on my phone and went like I was going to post. When I put in #MixedBooktok and #MixedBookstagram, nothing came up. When I put in #MixedAuthor, there were 272 uses of the hashtag. In contrast, #Booksta has 4,142,080 uses and #BlackBookstagram has 359,954. Now, I do use Booksta and BookTok tags and keywords, but that comes with it’s own challenges. It means that most frequently my books are being introduced to people that don’t specifically connect with the themes I’m writing. The odds of finding my audience are reduced dramatically in that context. What is already a highly saturated space where it’s difficult for an indie author to find their footing becomes an even steeper hill when you’re unable to direct content in a way that connects with the group who would be most invested in seeing a voice like yours thrive.

This isn’t anyone’s fault. My books can certainly be read by anyone of any race and I’m happy to have those readers too. It’s just the way these platforms work. Algorithms run by AI are probably not able to pick up on these nuances and therefore probably can’t send your books to the audience looking for them. Also, because these are short-form content platforms that only push popular content, anything made with the goal of connecting with a sub-audience that isn’t already established ends up being deemed irrelevant.

This sort of erasure is something I often see people hesitant to act on too. It doesn’t come off as malicious to me (most of the time). Rather, it comes from the question “who is this book for?” most of the time. We already have such a hard line in place. There’s been issues where white people who read about mythical creatures and can relate to them have said they can’t relate to Black characters. There’s also Black people who exclusively seek out books by Black authors because they know their community is that authors best chance at thriving—which is fair because Black authors are being pushed out of spaces dominated by white readers regularly. The clear division, though, leaves a limbo where Mixed people exist. Neither group is specifically seeking books by Mixed people. Mixed people usually aren’t even seeking out books by Mixed people because so many of us have been conditioned to feel like we have to “choose a side” often either go one way or the other.

For example, I say, “I’m Italian and Black” and a white person argues with me about how my Black family isn’t even fully Black because my several times great grandmother was Cherokee (we can’t even confirm that in any real way) and someone else generations ago was Irish and blah, blah, blah. Or, I say “I’m Italian and Black” and a Black person starts talking about the 1 percent rule and whether a kid is their mother or fathers race legally and so on—which are valid conversations about the history of race as a construct, how little it’s connected to one’s genetics, and how it’s been legal definition has been so erratic based on what is most convenient for racists at a particular moment—but ultimately does cause some pressure to identify in a certain way when these topics that come up every time a Mixed person mentions that they’re Mixed.

Thus, a lot Mixed people identify more strongly with one aspect of their racial identity than the other and are more likely to seek out books related to the aspect of their identity they identify with because of it. For me, that has always been the Black side because of the fact that I was almost entirely raised with and by my Black family and lived in primarily Black communities where I spent most of my time with Black people. This doesn’t have any impact on my ethnicity, but does greatly impact my racial identity because, as we should all know, race is a social construct that’s comprised of many factors including but not limited to ethnicity, culture, socialization, etc.

All of this is to say, these are things I’ve experienced and topics that have come up for me related to my race as a Mixed author. I’m sharing it based on what I’ve observed and how I percieve the overall bookish space. By sharing these experiences, I hope to create a space where other Mixed people (or literally any other POC) who wants to can share their own. Ultimately, these are all manifestations of a systemically racist society, which infects all spaces within said society, creating issues like this for all people of color. The book space did not create these issues, but they exist nonetheless and I think it’s important that all people of color are able to share the ways racism manifests for them in spaces they occupy.

Other Aspects of my Identity

I make no secret of the fact that intersectionality is a core value to me. For me, that value stems from a place of experience. In my life, I have experienced the crap end of a lot of issues including homophobia, bi+phobia, sexism, issues around mental illness, etc. While race was the primary topic I wanted to talk about today, I did want to add here that these are important issues to discuss as well. I’d like to address them more deeply in the future, but for now I’ll leave you with this:

Through it all, I love being an author more than anything. I adore the bookish community, but I believe there are many ways the community and industry need to grow in order for more diverse voices to thrive within it. Have the uncomfortable conversation. Read books by people who’s voices you don’t often listen to. Engage with content made by people who are different than you are. Support the people who need it. Even if it’s not me, find someone who might not see a clear space where they fit into this community and do something that amplifies their voice.

That’s all for this week’s segment of Nerdology 101. I hope you learned something. Check back again next week for another post. Until then, have a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: High Stakes and Immortality

NERDSSSSS! Welcome back to Nerdology 101. As most of you probably know by now, I’m Maria Levato, indie author, blog writer, anime nerd, and all around weirdo. Recently, I’ve been working on a manuscript titled Harem of the Heavens (HOTH). HOTH deals with gods, naturally, and so I have had to deal a lot with this weeks topic. When writing a fantasy or romantasy, how do you balance immortal characters with high stakes? Are the stakes ever really high if the characters can’t die? The short answer: The stakes are absolutely high. Follow along and find out how it’s done (no, this will not contain spoilers for my unreleased book.). Let’s get into some nerdology!

Research the Pantheons

First and foremost, you’re going to want to research the pantheon your writing about. Immortality doesn’t always mean the same thing to every pantheon. The Greeks were pretty freakin’ immortal, the Norse just had long lifespans, the Egyptians were immortal but in a reincarnation sort of way, and the list goes on. Depending on what you’re writing about, your characters may very well be killable. If they aren’t, you might find established means of disempowerment that you can use.

Add Other Factors

Pose the question of if an eternity of misery or torment is truly any less high stakes then death? For example: A Greek could be immortal all day long, but after they saw what happened to the Titans, they could very well have a fear that certain actions will lead them into a similar situation. If eternal torment in Tartaros is the consequence that replaces death, most readers will probably view that as a worse outcome if you play the card well.

Beyond that specific example, other high stakes factors can be unfavorable marriages and disinfranchisement from the pantheon or family members.

An Uneven Playing Field

Maybe you just don’t? Maybe one character truly doesn’t have as much at stake as another. That’s realistic AND it intensifies things for the character with more at stake. An uneven playing field can lead to passionate arguements where the party with less skin in the game is made to realize how privileged they are when the party with more skin it opens up to them about what’s truly on the line. It’s a moment that can lead to intense character development for both party, the fearful one becoming more vulnerable with this other character and the powerful one becoming more attuned to the needs of others—or at least one other. It’s a nice contrast, when you think about it, to have one character doing this inconcievably terrifying stuff out of boredom and another who’s life is on the line. Use it.

The Life of a Loved One

Is your god in love with a mortal, or a god from another pantheon with a more flexible immortality? Then, there’s another option. If that lover is at risk of dying, the immortal one has enough reason to act. The fear and potential grief they could face would do well at keeping the story high stakes.

No lover? An immortal god who wants to protect their mortal worshipers serves the same purpose. If, for example, your issue is a war, a single god might not be able to protect their entire mortal following alone. That’s another type of love, but it’s equally effective at providing a high stakes motivation for the character.

These are, of course, just a few examples of outs you can use to circumvent immortality. The point is, this is CREATIVE writing. Be creative and your story will be better for it. I hope this post helps you get your juices flowing if this is something that has hemmed you up. Whatever happens, keep writing, keep reading, and keep being the nerd you are. That’s all for this segment of Nerdology 101. Check back again next Friday for another. Until then, have a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: Experimenting

Hey, loves. It’s Maria Levato here and we’re back with another segment of Nerdology 101, the blog where we discuss all my nerdy interests from anime to gaming, mythology to history, and yes, of course, my writing. This week I’m going to be telling you all about a project I started (mostly out of boredom since both of my active manuscripts are in editing).

Is it going to be another romantasy?

Nope! It won’t be a romantasy. I know that’s my usual genre, but I was sitting on an idea for a little something different, so I’m experimenting.

What will it be then?

This project will be a short story in the contemporary romance genre. Here’s some of the tropes I’ll be working within:

• College Romance

• Artist x Business Tycoon

• He Falls First & Harder (always)

• Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Ohh, Tell me more!

Of course I will, darling. This story will center Kyra Nettle and Osiris Carhart, two freshman at ___ University (unamed because I’m still researching whether or not it’s okay for me to use the name of the university the campus and programs were based off of). They’re both communter students who meet the morning classes start due to a tiny car accident in the parking lot sparked by nervousness about their first day. While exchanging information for the insurance claim, they realize their families are in the midst of negotiating a business deal. Planning to succeed his father as head of the company, Osiris pleads for Kyra not to deliver the news about the accident to her father in a way that might make him look reckless or irresponsible. One thing leads to another and a friendship starts to blossom between them by the end of their first week, all the while their underlying attraction leaves them wondering if friends is all they’ll ever be.

Love it! When can we have it?

I just started writing it last night, so it might be a little while. To give you a clear idea of where we’re at, the file is currently titled “Untitled Short Story Thingy” in my computer. As you can tell, I haven’t decided much. As always, though, you’ll be able to find updates on this and all my other WIPs on the Coming Soon page of this website. I do hope you’ll check it out when it’s released in whatever manner I have not yet decided. Probably not on IngramSpark as I usually do because that wouldn’t really serve my goals for this (which is mostly to see how readers vibe with my writing in this genre). If you’re interested in it, drop a comment to tell me your preference here.

1. KU

2. Kobo

3. Submit to Anthologies or Lit Mags

That’s about all for this week’s segment of Nerdology 101. Drop in again next week for another. Until then, have a nerdy week.

Nerdology 101: My Top 5 Favorite Quotes From “The Fate of Angels and Demons” as the Author Who Wrote It (and why).

Hi, loves. Welcome back to Nerdology 101. I’m Maria Levato—writer, nerd, bunch of other weird shit. This week, I’m going to tell you what my favorite quotes from my own book are and why I love them so much.

1. “…children whose ribs are entirely too visible forced into labor by men who wear their greed like a badge of honor…”

   I think it’s pretty obvious what group of resource hoarding individuals I had in mind when I wrote this. Let’s not pretend it isn’t. In truth, this quote sticks out to me because it’s relevant. There’s this constant back-and-forth in the bookish community about if books are political (HINT: They are, always.) To that end, here’s another “non-political” quote.

2. “They have every right to be angry at the centuries of oppression directed at them.”

   I know. There’s no possible way this could be relevant to—I don’t know—Black people or any other group of marginalized people, right? I mean, I’m Mixed, but there’s just no way an author’s identity could impact the way they write, right? Hmm… I wonder about that.

3. “Shut up and let me eat this thick fucking ass, Seshen.”

   Oh, come on. It’s just as great line. It encompasses the kink, the spice, the fun, and the pleasure that I love about this book. It’s hot.

4. “Because I’ll do anything,” He snaps. “I will burn every kingdom and torch every village in this gods-forsaken realm, just to get a moment with you.”

   Again, hot. But also… Not to protect her, just to see her for a moment? This is what I love about Michael. He’s understood from the jump that Lilly does not need his protection. The most valuable thing he could give to her as a romantic interest was the consistency and intensity of his love. It was the one thing she didn’t already have and couldn’t attain on her own.

5. “It feels like being told I’m crazy after I told someone I’m crazy, only to go crazier because they make me feel crazy for it.”

   This scene goes to the heart of it all, in a lot of ways. This line in particular is hard to ignore, especially if you’re a woman. There’s a reason gaslighting is such a widespread discussion when it comes to feminism. I think a good amount of us can probably identify with what Lilly is feeling here. We’ve all, at some point, likely questioned our sanity on account of someone who called us “crazy” or “too emotional” or whatever else for simply having emotions they lacked the emotional intelligence to cope with the existence of. It’s all too common an experience and I think it’s what makes Lilly’s character shine so brightly. Her whole thing is that she acts, primarily, based on her emotions. In a way, her character arc revolves around her accepting that it’s okay to lead with heart and fight with mind. It was my answer to this growing thing in fiction where women are only labelled as “badass” if they’re emotionless, calculating, closed-off, etc.

   Note:

   Obviously, the switch element of this book is one of my favorite elements. The reason I don’t favor spicy lines from moments where Lilly is dominant when it comes to marketing is because it is EXTREMELY difficult to convince the algo’s of the internet to push content that displays obvious depictions of femdom because for some stupid ass reason we (collective, as a society) still seem to have a problem with seeing FLR dynamics in any form of media, even if it’s within the context of a switch dynamic where she’s only the one in charge part of the time. I think it’s ridiculous, but the best way to combat it is to market the book based on what will get pushed so people read it and gain the exposure to women-led power dynamics. Thus, if you’re reading this, you should know much of what I don’t market is equally as great as the rest of this.

Nerdology 101: Why Write?

Hello, nerdy beloveds. Welcome back to Nerdology 101. I'm your host, Maria Levato, and this week you’re going to discover the why behind my writing. Let’s get into some Nerdology!

The Official Bio:

Every author has one, here’s mine. As seen on the homepage of this website, this is my official bio:

“Maria Levato is an author, BIPOC woman, and disabled veteran. She has written three books as an indie author, The Islands of Rune (2023), Journey to Rallem (2025), and The Fate of Angels and Demons (2026). Maria also writes the Nerdology 101 blog on this website.

Outside of her writing, Maria serves the writing community in other ways. She’s the chair of the PRO Advisory Committee for the Romance Writers of America and an ambassador for the Washington, D.C. chapter of The Authors Guild.”

You didn’t come here for that today, though, did you? You want the goodies. So, let’s move right along.

The Fun Bio:

Oh, babes, you’re in for it now.

Who I am and what I do are two very different topics. While my work is a huge part of who I am, there’s so much behind the scenes that doesn’t make it into the bio. If you can’t tell by the name of this blog, I’m a nerd. Niches are my thing. Most nerds, being moderately sane human beings, pick a niche and stick to it. I, however, never have and never will claim to be sane. Thus, I have somewhere in the realm of 5,000 niches I consistently obsess over and another 1,000 or so that come and go with the wind. There are certain core ones that, in my mind, are all interconnected and lead back to a single hobby: Culture. Whether it’s fiction or non-fiction, a national art museum or a ren faire, writing or folding Reese cup wrappers into flowers so I have an excuse to eat a whole bag of minis, deep diving on mythology and history, or passionately raving about current events because I think we should treat people like people, it all comes down to culture for me. I don’t care which culture; I love them all.

Cultures humanize people in a way few other things do. Cultures surrounding race, ethnicity, and nationality are often what we think of when we think about culture, but under each comes a plethora of subcultures that make the experience even richer. Some of the favorite examples in my life now are Black Goth/Alt/Punk/etc. culture (music like Magnolia Park, collectives like Punk Black, events like Blerd Con, etc.), nerdy culture, Irish resistance music (like Chasing Abbey), Indigenous empowerment culture (music like Young Spirit, stores like Eighth Generation, etc.), and even kink/BDSM. Exploring these subcultures has always been what interests me most because it’s such a fun, supportive, and connective way to widen my own perspective. So, there I went, deep into the nerdom where I eventually discovered all of that stuff I love. The books, the anime, the art, the travel, these spaces are where I feel most like myself because so many other people are also free to be themselves in it.

Of course, then I grew up. Life happened; it sucked. Somewhere in there I lost track of who I was. What do we do when we lose something? We retrace our steps. Where had I last seen myself? Why, in the nerdom, of course. After remembering how happy this stuff made me, I was like, “hey, you what sounds like a fun way to cope with life?”

“Writing stories about nerdy shit and sex!” My brain replied.

It wasn’t really what I had in mind, I was thinking something wayyy less demanding, but my brain insisted so that’s what I did and now I love it. Three books later here I am explaining to you how a childhood love of culture resurfaced as the unhinged, smutty coping mechanism I sell to other people who are also fond of unhinged, smutty coping mechanisms. It’s really a full circle kind of thing. I love this life, though. It allows me to be connected to all the awesome things that I love by creating and adding something to the bookish subculture and wider nerdy community.

That’s pretty much the summary of how I became a writer and why I choose to write diverse, creative, outside the box, spicy fantasy books. You should give my newest one, The Fate of Angels and Demons, a read. The special edition can be found HERE and the paperback and ebook formats can be found HERE. Hope to see you back next week for another segment of Nerdology 101. Until then, have a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: Decision-Making for Characters

Hey there! Welcome back to Nerdology 101, the blog where no nerd is left unsatisfied. I'm your host, Maria Levato. This week, I thought we'd talk about writing the tough decisions.

Every writer comes across a point where their character must make a decision. They have to go down one road or another, but sometimes they refuse to cooperate. I recently had a character that remained indecisive from the beginning of the draft right up until the end of the story.

Of course, it made for an awesome character arc because the build up to this moment has been quite the journey. However, we reached the point where a decision had to be made. Presented with two options that had similarly good outcomes for her, but potentially devastating ones for those she cares for, my FMC finally had to make her decision about which one of them she was going to hurt. Yet, when it came down to the wire, she went radio silent on me.

It didn't surprise me when she went quiet. She's a stubborn character with a bit of a bratty side. I had expected that she might throw a tantrum when she had to make this decision. So, here's how I dealt with it. Let's get into some Nerdology!

My FMC is quite used to having her way. Not because she's spoiled, but because she's powerful. Quite frankly, most of the other characters are terrified of her! When she gets stuck having to choose between two things she wants, she doesn't know how to cope. As the author, it's my job to coax her back out and help her make the decisions without speaking for her (It works best for me when I see the character as fully autonomous. I'm not sure if all writers do this, but I do.).

To do that, I write everything. It all comes out. Every moment up until the statement declaring the decision gets written. All the emotions, all the things they say and do leading up to it, everything gets on the page. Then, I write the first part of the statement. To oversimplify it, "I choose ____." At which point, all the character actually has to do is give you one answer or another. One I get answer A or B, the why flows post decision.

My point: Don't let the characters decision paralysis stall the story. 

Let them make the decision on the moment because that's probably what's happening on the page. In most instances, you don't need their decision until very last moment. Give them all that time so they can answer intuitively.

Think of it like going to a restaurant. You know you want something from X place but you don't really know what until you get there and look at the menu. You might even order the same thing you always do, but you'll stare at that menu anyway, and you probably won't actually decide until the waitor/waitress walks up and asks if you're ready to order. It's a realistic and relatable thing for a character to do. Don't you agree?

Thanks for stopping by Nerdology 101. Check back next week for another segment. In the meantime, don't forget to pre-order my upcoming release, The Fate of Angels and Demons. Have a nerdy week!

Nerdology 101: Self vs. Trad Publishing

Hi! Welcome back to Nerdology 101. I’m Maria Levato, your nerdy sensei who writes about kink play—and a bunch of other random stuff no one asked about.

Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of discourse around the merits of self vs. trad publishing, so I’m using this week’s post to address that. Let me give you a hint: Both options are perfectly valid.

There are few industries where we judge the legitimacy of a business by who makes the initial investment. I have never heard someone say “Oh, this store is worse than a different store because the owner paid for it themselves instead of getting investors.” Why haven’t I heard that before? Because it would be insane and most people wouldn’t say it. So, why do we do it when it comes to books? Let’s dive into some Nerdology and find out!

Before the Printing Press

Long ago, there was a world without the printing press. A medieval time where books were—Checks notes, then gasps—made by hand!? Oh, the horror. As you may have guessed, they took a lot of time and money to make. The majority of them were made and collected by religious entities and universities. “Getting published”, as we know it today, didn’t really exist. What did exist, though, is the concept of patronage. Wealthy people, like nobles and royals, would find artists and writers they liked and bankroll them. Eventually, after creating some work, some of the artists and writers would start to get commissions from other wealthy people who wanted a work made by that artist or writer. Publishing houses are the post-printing press version of this, so you can call writers who became published this way early trad authors. On the other hand, you could call writers with the wealth to pay to have their writing produced themselves, early self-published authors.

Good Ol’ Gutenberg and the Printing Revolution

In 1454, we see Gutenberg’s printing press get put to commercial use for the first time where he prints a slew of stuff off for the church. Then, suddenly books (or at least those the church approves of) are more widely available. It’s magic. A ton of people were interested in this because it was a quick and easy way to replicate their ideas and distribute them to a wide audience. It was a Printing Revolution, literally, that’s what it was called. It was part of the Renaissance. You can learn a lot about it by viewing this page from Printing R-Evolution that explores it in depth. For our purposes, though, I’m just illustrating how this became the publishing industry. You see, whoever had a printing press could print and distribute anything. So, having one became a powerful way to distribute materials that would make people more likely to agree with your preferred idealogy. That’s a lot of power. It platformed people like Galileo, who was a radical thinker for his time. It also gave us texts that sparked social movements like the rise of Prostestantism, such as bibles written in languages that aren’t Latin, which were considered heresy at the time. Eventually, people realized that printing and distributing books could be lucrative. Enter: The Publishing Industry, entities who printed and distributed books on behalf of the writer.

Literary Agents

Three to four centuries and a lot of books later, literary agents come onto the scene between 1870 and 1930, depending on location. Their job was simple. Connect writers with publishing houses. This is really the start of traditional publishing as we know it today. From there, traditional publishing became more of a standardized process. Query agents (via snail mail, at the time), get an agent, have that agent submit the work to publishers, get published.

The Internet

With the internet came a revitalization of self-publishing. In 2005, Blurb, an online self-publishing platform was founded. In 2009, Amazon started Amazon Publishing. In 2013, IngramSpark came onto the scene. As with anything, some people got mad about it. They started bashing people who took that path because it went against their expectations of what becoming an author should look like. That’s where it started to get stigmatized.

Social Media

With the rise of Booktok/Bookstagram/Booktube/etc. came change. Self-published authors started to gain stronger platforms and their path became less stigmatized. This led us to the debate I’m seeing today about whether self or trad publishing is better. As I said at the start of this blog post, it doesn’t matter. The difference lies in who bears the initial investment, not the quality of the production itself. I’ve read plenty of trad books that I love and plenty that I dislike. The same applies to self-published books. Trad published books sometimes have editing issues, so do self-published books sometimes. Both formats have different pros and cons. Ultimately, the choice on which format is better depends on the writer and the piece they’re publishing. No matter what a writer chooses, they choose it because it is the best route for them and their work. Some writers choose one path at first and a different path later. Some are solidly on one side of the line or the other. So long as everyone respects everyone else’s decisions, there’s nothing wrong with any of it. It’s okay for people to achieve similar goals by different means. To say a trad-published author is a sell out or a self-published author wasn’t good enough to make it is ridiculous. No matter who bears the initial investment, the quality of the writing is what matters at the end of the day. Read books you like, no matter how they were published, and don’t read books you don’t like, no matter how they were published.

Let me know in the comments what your thoughts are! Did you learn something new about the history of publishing?

With that, I bid you all a good weekend. I’ll see you back next Friday at 3P.M. ET for the next segment of Nerdology 101. Until then, have a nerdy week!

Source List (This is a blog, not an academic paper. I’m just dropping the links so people can learn more, not making full citations).

https://guides.library.ubc.ca/historyofthebook/beforeprint

https://independentpublisher.com/article.php?page=1510

https://scarc.library.oregonstate.edu/omeka/exhibits/show/mcdonald/incunabula/gutenberg/

https://www.printingrevolution.eu/7

https://www.transatlantic-cultures.org/es/catalog/agents-litteraires