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Beating paths

  Progress has slowed on getting the audio books out, for the Worlds Beside series, at least. I took a beat and developed a plan for the next few steps. I still need cover work for book 8, and I need a producer for book 3 and others (I’d like to stick with my original actor to wrap the series). All signs point to my trying to tap into some sort of crowdfunding. I think I’d like to offer a 4 book bundle, which would be the first half of the series, the audio versions as well, and if I could, probably set a mark that would allow for special art for the bundle. The plan calls for eating the voicework for book 3, which would be very difficult, but the crowdfunding plan would be even more challenging, so there’s that. In the meantime, I was fortunate enough to be invited to speak at a local high school about world building. Right about now is when I realize it would’ve been good to have taken some pictures. Oops. Regardless, thank you Dekalb School of the Arts. My own interests aside, ...

Still working (from the depths)

  Rather than saying that I lapsed in posting again, I think at this point it would healthier to admit that I just have a difficulty with blogging. And, I’ve learned, social media of any kind, really. I just don’t get it. To date, I have an Instagram account, where I have posted some of my poetry, and looking back at everything I did, it makes me feel slightly accomplished that to see it all requires scrolling. That makes me feel good. And I have Threads, which I’m still not sure if it’s different, or the same, or how it connects, or even how users really make it work. I have a friend who peppers me with posts from various places, and sometimes it’s from there. She encouraged me to make posts, and in so doing I have seen others’ efforts. It seems to be a nice forum, to sort of create an idea and get feedback in the form of replies. I tried it, and based on the silence, I feel like I did something wrong. And that’s been kind of the overwhelming sentiment from all of this. I have the...

Seasons and change

  This winter I set out to produce the audio book version of the first novel in my supernatural series. I had been feeling for years that there was something denying the book from connecting with people. I wasn’t yet prepared to accept that it simply wasn’t good enough. Even from people who did read it, there were lingering comments like “it takes a moment to adjust” in reference to my writing style, which was always compared to “older” and “more classical” schemes. That was what I fixated on when people would disappear. When I would give them a copy with an agreement that they would review it, and they would vanish, or they would remain and the book would sink into nothing. Someone had asked, not just the once, if I had an audio version that they could listen to. And last winter, my goal was to be able to answer yes to that question. Here it is spring, very near my birthday, and I can finally say that it is done, available and official , some four months after when I had intende...

Push, and breach

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 Nine months. That must be some kind of record for me. If I was the type to read into things, I might note that it's also the time it takes to make a new human from scratch.  I'm here puzzling through the audio book process, wishing I had practiced better organizational habits. As per usual, I'm learning a lot between sighs, as if the despondent air displaces to make room for the more useful knowledge.  Entering the process, my focus diffuses, like the thrust of a good night's rest striking a solid river boulder. I find old pictures in search of cover art, delete some and make mental notes to share others. I find old files in search of manuscripts, and work briefly on book blurbs. I frown and I groan and I thrash.  All of which to say, progress. My cover artist is graduating college, which is a proud moment. Work on the 6th cover has been delayed for a variety of reasons, and ultimately I take accountability for some of it as well. The edits have gone poorly, most no...

The imparting or exchanging of information

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 I talked somewhat about how good the communication has been between my cover artist and myself. That's probably an oversimplification, because his posts on social media really outline how much he works on all aspects of his process. This refers to how hard he works, but also how well. This next cover will be the sixth cover of eight, and I feel very fortunate that we've been able to keep things together for years at this point, given the consistently increasing amount of opportunities that he gets, year after year, as he earns more exposure and recognition. I feel very confident I will be one of those people who might say "I knew him back when," and people may not even believe me.  In regards to process, things were very sloppy for the first cover. Our language wasn't very synced, nor did he have a great idea of what he needed from me to begin producing, nor did I have a way to really understand how my own words percolated into his artwork. I showed a potential ...

Let's play a game

 I've discovered there is a point where even Facebook will give up on you.  I last posted in February. I guess around March I was reminded that I hadn't posted in a while. Maybe I got another reminder in April, but even then, I could tell that the robots were fed up. I would've been, too. I wasn't sulking; I might have even questioned what the use would've been, but that would've just been untrue. It's virtually impossible to say why, but for whatever reason I had a mysterious, steady few periods of royalty payments. I got an email from Amazon, then another, then another. I found it all very suspicious, and strangely was too busy with other work to really pay attention. I took a diligent moment to thank my luck, be grateful for readers, and then went about trying not to drown at my new job. I didn't think at all to blog.  And that's not why I'm writing now, either. I'm writing now because a thought I had been gnawing on for months, years, fin...

Patrick Stewart cannot be killed

  I saw friends the other day that I hadn’t seen in months. Their surprise that I had drastically changed my hair style was like a gauge for time. I remembered warmer weather and fireworks. I remembered that I had cut my hair around the time that I started the new job. I’d like to say somewhere in there I also remembered when I had last blogged, but that would be a lie.   But it would be true if I said I had been writing. Not true in the sideways sense that the next rewrite is coming along, which it is, or in a distracted sense in that the 5 th  book is out and available for purchase , which it is, but in the pure sense that I had the idea of something new, and started pecking away at it, and have put a dozen or so thousand words onto paper.   Combined with the work schedule, which is on its way to becoming routine, it is a grind. I don’t have a lot of excess energy for it, though I have identified time to devote, but consistently nearing E on my fuel tank has led to...