Like Pulling Teeth. Out of my Scalp: Now it can be googled.

Figuring out my audience while trying to communicate with them

So Alicia, my dear friend and co-conspirator, recently informed me of this wonderful new channel of communication called the Internet.  While most have dismissed it as little more than a fad with the staying power of Nu Shooz (they made a song with video that had all kinds of stuff moving around), Lis is an irresistible saleslady, and so I gave in.  Thus, about a month ago, with the power of WordPress in my holster, I have begun work on the Legends of Steragos blog.  It’s pretty bare-bones now, but it’ll grow.

Legends is a book for young readers I self-published in August, whose story is centered around the battle between three talented, enterprising, tough-as-nails princesses and the very vengeful, heavily-armed Baba Yaga, who has kidnapped a prince that the Royal Trio are trying to rescue.  As if her inestimable help with the book wasn’t enough, Alicia has also helped me build this Frankenstein, drawing on her experience in building this very website that you’re reading.

So, Steragos.  It’s a fictional, fairy-tale country where all the action takes place, a peninsula on the planet Unica.  As if I have some kind of genetic deficiency which prevents me from making my stories short and sweet, I’ve been unable to resist my compulsion to build a big, whopping world and history around my characters (I haven’t yet established the longitude and latitude of the country on a Unician globe, but gimme time).  While the primary use of the blog will be to promote the book (as well as future books in the series), I’d like for it to take on a life of its own as the place to read about the universe of LoS.

Have you ever had any experience in doing this kind of thing?  I stink at self-promotion, so any advice offered would be appreciated.  This is a project that Alicia has a lot of enthusiasm for.  Let’s not let her down!

KMS

25 December 2013

[Intermezzo] Bedridden with a Monstrous Cold

I’m stuck in bed today, tired from coughing. Croaky-voiced. Re-reading Ansel Adams’ autobiography and dreaming of great snow-capped mountains. I catch a glimpse, through the dirty window, of a white-blanketed roof and try to make do. Persuade me that there is no difference on the scale of majesty, and I’ll be impressed.

The Sick Girl by Michael Ancher, 1882

The Sick Girl by Michael Ancher, 1882

Words to the wise: On gloomy days, imagination is the best tool of all.

Inspiration Board: 12th December

I’m feeling frosty! Can you tell?

Three Years Ago Today I Married My Love

 Our wedding ceremony was cobbled together with rock and roll and bagpipes and honest poetry, love and tears; there were no vows, except to bluntly say, “I do.” If the act of marriage itself is not  promise enough, then an oath is meaningless armor against the inevitable.

Bells Are Ringing

Bells Are Ringing

I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BY PABLO NERUDA

The Chef and I are somewhere on this spectrum of cute coupledom: