I am covering the year 1918. Check back tomorrow for my contribution.

Mary Pickford Invites You to the Classic Movie History Project Blogathon
I am covering the year 1918. Check back tomorrow for my contribution.

Mary Pickford Invites You to the Classic Movie History Project Blogathon
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
I’ve decided to shelve all serious writing for the rest of the year. There is so much life stuff to do: baking, wrapping gifts, cooking, drinking mulled wine, watching holiday movies, and spending time with family and friends. Oh, and organizing my writing schedule and goals for 2014. Fear not! I’ll still be hanging around Ye Olde WordPress, posting easy and feather-light things. Like this:

Ghost Tree
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
Words to the wise: On gloomy days, imagination is the best tool of all.
[Intermezzo] It is Finally Autumn. Ecstatic Autumn! is featured on Words for the Weekend’s The Beauty of Air-Vol. 5. I love both the concept and the execution of this blog, and am chuffed to be included-and amongst such fine company, no less.
Yep, this is what I am doing today!

A young woman cleaning pans at a draped stone arch by Willem Joseph Laquy, 18th century.
Whilst I hate cleaning and refuse to believe that it is in any way therapeutic, my house needs some tender loving care. I’ll be back in the studio tomorrow, writing and blogging away. I’ve been working on some new material for A Small Press Life, so be sure to check back often.
As some of you know, my dog, Crosley, and my step-dad, Charlie, were both ill last week. I would like to thank everyone who sent their prayers, good wishes, and happy thoughts our way. We lost both of them on Friday the Thirteenth, just 6 hours apart. I was there for the one, but not the other. My husband held strong 100 miles away, as he cuddled Crosley during his final moments.
Since then, I’ve been reading a lot of Ibsen, drinking too much strong tea, and helping plan the funeral for the man who raised me. Yesterday, in a few short hours, I finished a short story that I started a year ago. Thank goodness that my words have not failed me. Blogging will be hit or miss for the next week or so, but it will not cease. I love my little A Small Press Life community too much for that. Some day, when I am up to the challenge, I will share with you what Crosley and Charlie meant to me.
“It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer…and everything collapses.”-Colette
…and there’s nothing you can do about it. On a personal level, the only thing that can possibly be worse than watching someone you love die, is knowing that a second someone you love is about to die and that you cannot be with them, too.
I’m on the road today, heading home for a 10-day stretch. I wish I looked this fresh and kicky whilst traveling.

Whiz Bang, May 1922.
I will meet you back here later tonight or tomorrow, with some new content. Until then, thanks for ever-so-sweetly hanging in there!
Holy cats, I’m self-published.
(Blinks)
Oh, there’s a bunch of digital rigmarole [rigital digamarole] I’m still sorting out – such as the appearance of the actual Amazon page that features the book, getting the “LOOK INSIDE!” feature set up, and all that other none-too-challenging jazz to do. But then, I stop dealing with that (and the student reports I have to type up, and the Flash games I’ve been playing, and the constant Rifftrax Twilight vids I’ve been watching), and it hits me …
Holy cats. I’m a self-published author.
The book’s been available now since about lunch today (August 22, 2013). And yet, I’ve been a little hesitant to toot about, given that I want to make the amazon page and other associated webpages really sing. But for now, I can’t help but toot like crazy (or tweet, I guess they call it), because today, for the first time in my life, I have published a book. Two emotions hold sway over my mind right now. The first is thankfulness – to God, to my friends, my dear family, my awesome editor, my great collaborators, my inspiring students, my amazing illustrator, and the gallons and gallons of cola that fueled the whole ordeal. The other feeling I have is indescribable, so until more sophisticated language comes to mind for me to more adequately express myself, I shall simply have to settle for the following:
Holy cats.
EDIT: BTW, if you want to check out the fruits of my (and my illustrator’s) labor, you can find it here.