Archive for February, 2004

Creative and Fun Ways to Avoid Licensing Fees!

Tuesday, February 24th, 2004

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At Booklocker.com, we often receive books from authors who have quoted song lyrics in their text, usually without permission. Sadly, some authors have quoted song lyrics extensively throughout their books and must do major rewrites if they can’t obtain permission to use the lyrics. Obtaining permission can be a frustrating and expensive pursuit. And, you must obtain permission to use them or risk a lawsuit.

If you do use song lyrics and manage to contact the copyright owner, you’ll probably be asked to fork over several hundred dollars for the right to publish a few lines from a song. One list I saw quoted a man who’d been asked for $600 to publish some Beatles’ lyrics. Poetry is also a problem. One of our authors asked the copyright holder of a T.S. Elliot poem for permission to publish the poem in his book, and they wanted $500 in return.

So, what’s a poor author to do? Well, the solution is quite simple.

You can either create your own fictional singer and write your own song, your own lyrics, or your own poem to portray the feeling you’re trying to convey to your readers, or you can simply name the artist and title of the song you want your reader to start humming. For example, I might type this:

When Margaret’s grandmother turned on the radio, she immediately frowned when she heard B.J. Jenkins singing, “…oh, my, you’re noticing age at last; Oh, cry, cry for the past.”

You see, I made up B.J. Jenkins, and I took the lyrics in that sentence from a song I wrote when I was in high school. Since I’m trying to convey a specific feeling to the reader, I’ve provided exact lyrics…but ones written by a fictitious character. Had I wanted the reader to start humming a popular song in their head, I’d have simply written:

“When Margaret’s grandmother turned on the radio, she immediately frowned when she heard Jim Croce singing, “Time In A Bottle.”

See? I didn’t quote from the song, I just named it. And, since the song is so well-known, most people on reading that would understand the meaning when used in the context of your specific story. They may even start humming it in their minds.

With poetry, you must create your own original poem, but you can also create your own famous, fictional poet and put that person’s name under the poem. And, hey, if your fictional poet becomes known for the beautiful poetry in your book, his (your) next book can be a book of poetry!

Using quotes is tricky and I often tell writers they should contact an attorney if they’re are even slightly concerned about a lawsuit. So, for fiction, why not create your own quote, spoken by your own fictional person of notoriety?

After all, you’re a writer. If you can write fiction or non-fiction, you can certainly try your keyboard at spinning song lyrics, a bit of poetry, and some notorious fictional quotes. It’s actually quite fun!

Angela Hoy is the publisher of Booklocker.com, Inc., an author-friendly POD publisher that takes no rights, pays high royalties on a monthly basis, and treats authors like people, not numbers. She also publishes WritersWeekly.com, the free marketing emag for writers, offering paying markets and freelance jobs every Wednesday at no charge. Angela is an advocate for freelance writer’s rights.

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Reeling From Our Psychic Moment

Tuesday, February 24th, 2004

Last week, we decided to cut down on the family’s carb consumption, and man-oh-man you should hear the whining at dinnertime! “Salmon again?!” “Where’s the bread? Has anyone seen the bread?” “What is soy flour?” And, my personal favorite, “Unsweetened chocolate? This stuff tastes AWFUL!” (And you should have seen Ali’s face when she took a big bite of it!)

Luckily, the children haven’t yet figured out that our mashed potatoes aren’t really potatoes anymore…they’re steamed cauliflower that’s been put through the blender with cheese and bacon. Ha!! I can’t wait to see Zach’s face when I come clean with that secret because he hates vegetables, but gave me a really nice compliment on those “potatoes” the other night. I mean, I’m anticipating that conversation like I anticipate Christmas morning! Ha ha ha!!!

So, I was doing the dishes the other night and my mind was pondering different dessert combinations I could try for no- and low-carb foods. I’d bought some sugar-free peanut butter that day, so I tried to think of a way to make a low-carb, sugar-free, homemade peanut butter cup. A few seconds later, Frank came downstairs and said, “Hey, Mom. Where’s the cupcake pan? I want to make some homemade peanut butter cups.” My jaw dropped to my belly button.

Now, aside from the timing, there are two things that make this coincidence astonishing. Frank has never made homemade peanut butter cups in his life, nor even talked about it and Frank never does any type of cooking at all unless I ask him to. He wasn’t interested in any sugar-free or -low-carb dishes. He simply wanted to make some peanut butter cups. I’m still reeling from our psychic moment.

Too bad it’s not October, cause I saw Ali’s ghost, Jonathan, twice over the weekend. Scared the beejeebers out of me!

Hugs to everybody!

Angela

Dreams of a Fictitious Childhood

Wednesday, February 18th, 2004

Last night I dreamed I was at Richard’s mother’s house watching old videotapes from when I was a little girl. The videotape I was watching was of when I was a little girl at summer camp. In the video, I was on a boat, going down a river, videotaping the boys’ side of the camp (ah, ask my mother about the stress I caused her in those years!). In one scene in the video, I zoomed in on one boy who was sleeping peacefully in his bunk. And, that little boy was Richard! I was shocked and jumped up (in my dream), yelling for Richard to come into his mom’s living room so I could show him that we had actually attended summer camp at the same time when we were quite young.

When Richard got to the room, I kept rewinding and forward-winding the tape, but I could not seem to find the shot of him asleep on his bunk. I kept trying and trying and couldn’t find it and I woke up while I was trying so desperately to find it. Weird, huh?

I started wondering what it would be like if I could now learn what Richard was doing at different points in my life before I even knew he was alive. We are the same age and were experiencing similar things throughout our childhood years, but we never knew the other existed. And, if we were thinking about our future spouse, all our thoughts were speculation. That would make a cool story, wouldn’t it? It would be fun to write about a couple having flashbacks into each other’s lives, seeing what the other was doing while the most important days of each others’ lives were being experienced. Like, what was Richard doing on the day his future wife getting her finger stuck in a steering wheel in high school? What was I doing on the day Richard’s parents told him they were getting a divorce? Or, wouldn’t it be neat if we all knew what our soul mate was doing throughout our lives, but we just didn’t know their names or where they lived?

The dream was so vivid and so odd that I signed up to take Jennifer Shepherd’s new course with the first batch of students. It starts March 1st and it’s going to be really cool, swapping dreams with each other and writing fiction to gives those dreams beginnings and endings. If you want to take the class with me, click HERE.

Hugs to everybody!

Angela