On DRM and Why I Don’t Use It

For many people, the presence of DRM on a book or music file probably isn’t a determining factor in why they purchase it. If it were, there would be a lot less of it out there. As an author, I was given a choice about putting DRM on my writing. I chose a big “no”, because I disagree with DRM at every level. Here’s my reasoning:

DRM supposedly makes piracy more difficult or even impossible, thus resulting in higher sales.

This is false from the start. Ever since the VHS the content industry has tried to prevent copying. It has never worked. Nothing has actually put a dent in “piracy”. Unauthorized reproductions still exist and always will. It’s a given. There is also no evidence that “pirates” would pay for the content anyway. There’s no proof these are lost sales. If you go to any torrent site, you can find all sorts of media — most of which were “protected” by DRM. There’s nothing gained by DRM, at all — so there’s no reason to use it. But are there reasons not to?

In a word, YES.

As a consumer I know DRM sucks. Something goes wrong, and I end up wishing I had pirated the damn thing because then at least I could use what I paid for, the way I intended to when I paid. Each time this has happened, I’ve been more hesitant to buy from that company again. In the end, DRM stops nothing, and only inconveniences legitimate customers — and potentially drives them toward piracy. Because, after all, if they don’t respect you as a customer, why should you respect them? My time isn’t free. Time fighting with broken DRM, or worse, trying to recover media which requires a remote service which is no longer in use… that’s time I could be doing things I enjoy. I don’t enjoy fighting with paranoid algorithms.

In a perfect world, everyone who reads my work would buy my work. Not because I am greedy, but because I put a lot into writing, and my wife puts a lot into editing it. The more I make writing, the more I can make time for writing — eventually, maybe even doing it full time — and then I can make (and sell) more. For me, a buy is a great thing. If the choice is “they buy and read” or “they don’t buy, and read” I’d prefer the first. But if the choice is “they don’t buy, and read” or “they don’t read” — well, to be honest, I’d rather the former there, too. I’d rather be read than not, even if I don’t get paid. I’d hope, though, that if my stuff is worth reading (which takes considerably more time than the time it would take to earn $0.99), that someone would kick some pennies my way. But if not, hey, maybe they’ll at least let me know what they thought, or tell others, or like it enough to buy something else I’m peddling.

If someone does decide to buy my work, I certainly don’t want to burden them with crap technology that’ll make it harder for them to enjoy it. What kind of customer outreach is that? “Oh hi, thanks for your money, here’s a royal pain in your behind. Enjoy!”

No thanks. I don’t use DRM, and I never will.

Tim Thomas, Persistance, and Beating the Odds

There are stories written every year about someone defying the odds through sheer will and perseverance. Most of us, especially those of us who are making a go at self-publishing, want to be an odds-defying success story.

One of those stories came last year when Tim Thomas and the Boston Bruins won the Stanley Cup. Thomas, at 37 years of age, became the oldest player to win the Conn Smythe trophy for playoff MVP, and only the second American-born player to win it. To cap off his accolades, he also won the Vezina Trophy for being the best goaltender during the regular season — an award many thought he would win even if his team lost. He was so amazingly good during the regular season and playoffs that I casually remarked, on more than one occasion, that I’d buy a Tim Thomas jersey if he led the Bruins to the Stanley Cup.

Allow me to set the stage for why this was such an amazing feat:

After a great college career and some time in Europe and the minor leagues, Thomas became Boston’s starting goalie in 2006. He held this position and posted a lot of good statistics every year, being named to three straight All-Star Games and the United States 2010 Winter Olympic Team. But in 2010, his performance began to drop off, and he was replaced by a younger, hotter goaltender. The Bruins made the playoffs, but found themselves eliminated by the Philadelphia Flyers — after leading the Flyers 3-0 in a seven game series. No team had accomplished that sort of comeback in decades. The Bruins were dejected.

During that off-season, Thomas had hip surgery. He came flying back in the regular season and posted an NHL record save percentage of .938. There was no dispute about which goalie would lead the Bruins in playoffs: A Bruins team that hadn’t been to the Stanley Cup Finals since 1990, and hadn’t won the Cup since before Thomas was born.

Their first round opponent? The Montreal Canadiens, their hated rival. The team that routinely trounces the Bruins in the playoffs — the team with the most Stanley Cup wins in history. They lost the first two games in the series at home. They would have to win multiple games in hostile territory to advance. So they did — including three dramatic overtime wins, one in Montreal. During the series, Thomas seemed to stumble a few times and took a lot of criticism.

The next round, they found themselves facing the Flyers, and the Flyers had home-ice advantage. Thomas stood on his head, and this time, they swept the Flyers in four games. He held the Flyers to one goal in each game played in Boston. In the Eastern Conference Finals, the Bruins played the Tampa Bay Lightning, and again, it went to seven games. Thomas took more criticism at times in the series because he allowed the Lightning multiple five-goal games. But he also posted two shutouts in the series, one apiece at Boston and Tampa.

Then they faced Vancouver in the Finals. Vancouver, the team with the best regular season record, would have home ice advantage, and Vancouver won the first two games at home. Boston answered back, and Thomas posted another shutout at home, and they returned to Vancouver tied, two games apiece. In Vancouver, Boston was shutout — the game was the third one-goal game in the series, all taken by Vancouver.

Now the Bruins found themselves in an awkward place. No team had ever won three game sevens on the way to the Stanley Cup, and they could barely score in Vancouver. But they had one more game at home, and the Bruins won it, forcing game seven. On June 15, they were in Vancouver for the final time. This was it, one way or the other the season would end after this game. The odds were against them. The crowd was against them. History was against them.

Tim Thomas stood on his head again.

Through sixty minutes, Vancouver could not get anything past him. He bent over backwards to stop the puck at times. He was doing the splits, the flips — whatever it took. He performed some bold goaltending at times. 37 shots of the puck and none got in. At the other end of the ice, three pucks slipped past the Vancouver goalie and a fourth into the empty net when Vancouver pulled their guy for the extra skater.

When the clock stopped, Boston had won the Stanley Cup. Against all odds. Tim Thomas was awarded the Conn Smythe, and later the Vezina, and he got to hoist the Stanley Cup. And tomorrow, when Boston opens their season against the Flyers, I’ll be wearing that Tim Thomas jersey to work. Against all odds, they succeeded. It’s a damn admirable trait, persistence.

If I can defy the odds half as much as Tim Thomas did, I’ll consider myself a great success in life.

Go Bruins!

A Guarantee

For the first time in my adult life, people can now read a novel I’ve written. It isn’t very long, compared to some of the things I’ve written. It doesn’t have a cover designed by a professional. My wife and I worked on it with a digital camera and the GNU Image Manipulation Program. I like it; it matches up with part of the book, and it gets my point across.

I’ll probably never pay anyone to design a cover for me, unless I’m both successful as hell and I run out of ideas that can be made quickly and cheaply. So I can’t guarantee covers that blow all of the other e-book covers out of the water; but that’s not my goal, anyway. I like the cover, and I imagine some other people think it’s at least entertaining.

But I can guarantee this: All of the Cigars and Legs books will be $0.99, and they’ll entertain at least a significant number of you. If you give it a chance. I’m currently reading John Locke’s book about books — How I Sold A Million eBooks in Five Months. It’ll be the first book of his I’ve read (probably not the last — he’s entertaining!), but it’s already made me think about how I’m going about this — and I’m not very far into it!

Just give The Boots Are Red A chance — hell, just read Amazon’s sample, or if you know someone who did buy it, ask them to lend it to you. The book is out there, it’s cheap as all get out, and there’ll be a lot more. I promise, this is going to be a fun ride. I may not always write hard-boiled detective novels, because I just like to write and sometimes I might run out of detective-y ideas, but I guarantee I’ll always right something fun.

So give ‘er a shot. If you don’t like it, return it, shred it on the Amazon page, send me a nasty e-mail. But if you do like it — tell people, tell me! Any feedback is welcome, unless you’re a lizard person and/or you’re wearing a leisure suit.