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SO MUCH PRODUCTIVITY the past few days! Holy crap. I managed to format two ebook files of The Poppet and the Lune, as well as the print version; I put together a pdf for the full cover (front, spine, and back); and last night I all but completed the book trailer.

This morning, my files were approved by the folks at createspace, and I ordered the first proof copy of The Poppet and the Lune. It should be here by Friday.


This is all SO REAL now! My book is about to be in my hands, printed and bound and lovely and precious, 361 pages of magical publishing JOY! The book trailer is almost done, and I'll have Part I: A Heart Full of Stitches available for a free download some time this week. I'm so excited.

Also important, I've learned just how much time actually goes into everything I've done in regards to formatting and publishing. Next time I launch a book (Fall 2011!) I'll be able to time it all much better. I wasn't too pressed this time, but I put off a lot of the time-consuming parts, like everything I did this weekend XD



That is all! :D
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The short story I wrote for Jared the first Christmas we were together is now available on Smashwords for free or pay-what-you-want :)

A Lover and its Ghosts

I'd be eternally grateful if you could spread the word to anyone you think would enjoy a short, romantic, spiritual, slightly experimental work of possible fiction :D
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(Cross-posted at my blog, which has been re-named so as not to violate copyright: "Ink, blood, magic." Which, I just realized, becomes IBM. lol)

There is a(n exquisite) passage from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams that I had my childhood friend read at my wedding (yes, it made people cry). I find that something about it is apropriate for my current change of life, and the realizations I'm having about becoming public, and making my books "real."

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."


So, my book is not-quite-out-there now, but it is announced. It's got a presence in the real world, and a tentative launch date. It is becoming, and that is a process we all know well. I am becoming along with it- we are all, always, becoming- but I am also already real, to a degree. And my book, my baby, the fruit of my soul, is about to become real as well.

Suddenly I can imagine what it must be like for a parent to leave their first-born at school for the first time, and then college, and then life after that... I want the best for my baby. I want her to meet the people that will love her for who she is, and who will take all the love she has to give. And really, I think I need to foster that same attitude. Like a parent must learn to accept that their own child (though they have put much of themselve into her) is not a reflection of them or who they are, so an author needs to be able to do the same.

There will be many authors who disagree with me, but this is how I tell stories: when I write, I don't write to express myself or who I am; I don't write to impress; I don't write to teach, or express an opinion. I write because a story has come to me, and I feel compelled to do my best to translate that idea into text, and to shape it into something that will most closely resemble the original thought and feeling of the story. But the story is there before I write it.

So, in a way, the resulting book doesn't even belong to me.

Yeah, I did the hard work, and I crafted the words. I shaped the worlds and characters and events. I interpreted the idea. There is a lot of me that goes into everything I write, whether fiction or non. But I can't say that the story itself is mine- it belongs to us all.

This story- The Poppet and the Lune- is about to go out into the world. It's about to be loved, hated, seen as something worn out and ugly, and seen as something striking and beautiful. It's about to leave the nest, and become real. For more people than just myself and those of you who read her as a fledgling web serial.

And that's... kind of amazing. Kind of terrifying, too. But amazing.



Mar. 10th, 2011 02:21 pm
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I can't really follow the two entries Sarah has made in the last 48 hours. Needless to say, we both know, and I think some of you must know it too by now, that we are constantly matched at a strange energetic level. Up weeks are up weeks, down weeks are down weeks. And as writers, we've discovered truths about ourselves and our crafts and our callings at times so synchronous as to almost be simultaneous.

So without fanfare I am announcing two things:

1) when I get TPaL back from the editors who are looking at it, I also am going to be self publishing.

2) and then I'm going to spruce up The Hierophant, and get that out there too.

For a slight elaboration, check out my entry on Tell Them Stories.
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Expecting "end results" - such as wealth and abundance, health and harmony, friends and laughter - in broad brush strokes, is part of the secret formula, Madeline, for manifesting the life of your dreams.

Expecting your path to follow a certain route - such as writing a bestseller to accumulate wealth, having a particular someone fall in love with you, or insisting upon this idea, that diet, or the other invention to be your deliverance - is just plain messing with the cursed hows and severely limits my options... (I hate when that happens.)

-The Universe

This is incredibly appropriate for me at this moment. I have always kind of assumed that my passion for writing would be my key to financial abundance... but who knows where it will come from, or how. I love writing, and I should write for that sake alone. I think that's the final key in this epiphany I've been having lately about writing and publishing...

I've been feeling a lot of anger towards the industry because everything I've observed has shown to me that it's a lot like high school. It's cliquey, and you're not really sure why the popular kids are popular, you just know that in order to become popular you will probably have to compromise yourself and dress and act more like them. I don't want to be popular. I never have. I just want to be myself, tell the stories I want to tell, and if that gets me a paycheck so be it. The integrity of my story is more important to me than selling it to the masses. And no, that's not my ego talking. I'm willing to work with an editor to make my book the best it can be- just, I don't want to get "best it can be" confused with "the most salable it can be." This is something that's been brewing in my head for a few weeks now, and this Note from the Universe (a daily email I'm signed up for) has helped me understand how to apply it practically to my desires.

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Oh my! Is it already that time of year, when the New Year's LJ posts start rolling in? If the nasty, bitter cold and white-out weather we've had the past few days is any indicator, then yes, yes it is that time.

Last year I didn't state goals so much as themes I wanted to explore and emphasize in 2009. They were Love, Honesty, Expression, and Identity, confidence, and audacity. Did I successfully embody and explore those themes? I think I can safely say YES to that. I made new friends, I did new things, I have discovered who I really am and lived that person's life as she would live it, and I have found the love of my life. What a year! Travel, adventure, love, and, hey, finishing college after 6 god damn years. The year of the Maddie? Possibly. But what will we call next year?

Next year holds some interesting events! Namely: OMGWEDDING. Hee! That will, I'm sure, be one of the main events of 2010 in my life. But I'm going to be brave and, this year, set some personal goals for myself:

Obtain an income. I don't want to say "get a job" because that's not what I want. I want to get published, and whether or not that "realistic" (when have I really concerned myself with "reality"??) I don't care. I am looking for a job only for income between now and publication. It will happen, I know that- it has happened, already, in some metaphysical way that I just need to relax and allow to manifest- now is as good a time as any.

Write The Tower. I realized when I was half-way finished with the first draft of The Hierophant that I needed to write the sequel. I was so passionate about the sequel that I almost put the first draft aside! That would have been a mistake, of course- but I have had some difficulty getting that passion back. Granted, I've been so distracted lately by True Love and finishing school... I think, once things start to balance out and I can get grounded again, I'll get that passion back soon enough. It's going to be a tough book to write in some ways, it's very dark and emotional, but it's going to be a mind-blowing triumph when it's done.

Finish The Poppet and the Lune. Oh TPaL! How I've neglected you so! I should be writing you today, but, then again I should be writing essays for school, too... I love this story so much, and it is so unlike anything else I've written. I think it has a lot of potential for publication because of its originality. My only concern is, I have no idea what to pitch it as. YA? Childrens? Who knows.

Read more. I am ashamed to admit that I don't read much, at least not as much as a writer probably should. A few books a year, perhaps. I can't say it's entirely my own fault- I begin plenty of books, but never finish them because they don't hold my interest. And that's saying a lot- I finished Twilight, and it was terrible, but admittedly it holds your attention. I like to get sucked into a book though, the kind of devouring that makes you want to stay up all night to finish it, or skip class, or something like that. I try to write books like that. My other problem is that I try to read YA to see what other peeps in my genre are doing, and I get enraged because they're terrible, or just jealous because it's okay, there's no reason why they should be published and not me... which brings me to:

Allowing. I want to allow and appreciate the success of others, and myself. Jealousy, indignity, judgement, pride, comparison- these aren't thoughts or emotions that help me. I need to appreciate, not hate. I might write better, or I might not, it doesn't matter. I really need to feel that, though, because all of those emotions show that I don't believe the Universe is going to deliver- that I don't believe I can have, do, or be anything I want. I used the art of allowing to find Jared, in a way. I wasn't trying to find my soul mate, I just knew what I wanted when he did decide to show up, so I wrote it down and allowed it to come into my life. 2 months later I met the love of my life. Now, if I could be so easy about publication...

2010 is going to be the Year of Maddie! Again! Every year is really my year... it just took me 20 or so years to realize that ;D


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