Photo: New Shanghai Circus
An astute reader recently brought to my attention the fact that the beautiful, aerialist twins in The Mumbo Jumbo Circus, Lin and Mai Zeng, do not have Korean names. Well, that is because the girls are from a famous Chinese circus family. However, the characters originally started out as being from Korea. Turns out I failed to change a reference that said as much in the book. Whoops!

I've corrected the ebook files and will have Amazon contact those who already purchased the book so that they can get replacement files. This can take a few weeks to happen.The updated print version will be available soon as well. I am re-formatting it so that it will match Book Two: The Daring Young Man, when it comes out in December.

I have not been blogging much because I am working furiously to introduce you to Dante Delgado, our protagonist in The Daring Young Man.

Stay tuned, however, because the cover is close to being finished. And you will see it here first!

To my mind, one of the wonderful elements of this DIY adventure is that I get to share parts  of it with you instead of having everything be hush-hush. 

Like most projects, the first in my circus series has undergone a parade of titles. The most recent moniker, and the one which it last wore publicly, is PICKLED PUNKS. If you don't know what a pickled punk is, you're not alone. So, while I consider that title brilliant (my DH came up with it) and a wonderful metaphor for the unwanted teens who end up at my circus, it may not be the best for the noisy DIY world. I have chosen THE MUMBO JUMBO CIRCUS, which isn't mysterious but at least tells the potential reader something about the book.

If you madly prefer PICKLED PUNKS, let me know about it! I'm all about the feedback being part of this here adventure.

So without further ado, here is a preview of some of the work going into this project:
(The photos have an eerie green glow because everything I touch is just that magical, har.)

Yes, there is an actual minor character who happens to be a pickled punk, although he's more like a psychic George Carlin in a jar.


Here we have our protagonist, Evan, knocking for the first time upon the door of the Ringmaster's converted train car trailer. She has something important to tell him, but she's reluctant to share this particular news.


The title graphic that will appear on the book cover and all of the circus trucks etc.

Help me out here, is it better with the B's shortened, or not?

Time for me to get back to work!

So tell me, what circus imagery would you most like to see in THE MUMBO JUMBO CIRCUS?

All artwork Copyright 2011 Jane George

I never know what will set me off on a thinking tear, a trek through bumpy, uncharted mental territory. This time it was a tidbit written by Amanda McCabe on the Risky Regencies blog in her post, REAL LIFE LOVE.

“I recently read two books about just such couples. Couples who really had almost nothing in common with each other, except that both wives were unusually strong women and both couples were very much in Love.”

Since I consider my marriage to George Carlin’s Clone to be one for the history books, I immediately wondered, Am I an unusually strong woman? Abigail Adams strong?

The answer? I don’t know. What makes a strong woman?

This got me to pondering the meaning of strength, as opposed to, say, endurance. We all know women who put up with absolute hell. They keep going, often for the sake of their children. That’s endurance.

Real strength is the determination to change your situation. For the better. According to your own definition of better.

And then, BAM, my brain applied this truth to my books. My still unpublished books. After a decade of working like a love-starved fiend I remain undesired by the wizards in the Emerald City. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a writer scorned. I love the Emerald City. But like many writers, I’ve endured a level of 'absolute hell,' torments of my own making and many I had no control over, such as the man in green at the gate telling me to go home and come back tomorrow with another manuscript. (Which I am doing.) But I am NOT giving up on my young adult circus story. It is good. And publishable.

And now I don’t have to stick that manuscript in the proverbial drawer. Judging from Internet buzz, 2010 was the year self-publishing lost its stigma.  Kindle, Nook, iPad, Kobo, Sony reader, Createspace, I have Options. I can take control over the whole thing.

I have skills. I’ve worked for printers, large and small. I took a handset typography class in art school where I majored in illustration. I’ve designed book covers. Photoshop and I are on speaking terms. I love social media and interacting with people. Lots of small things have brought me to this moment, which is good, because self-publishing is a whole lot of work. Just like the Emerald City, Flying Monkeys show up in self-publishing too.

The piece. Made for a local playhouse.
But do I have the strength? Really? To put my work out there without a legitimate New York stamp of approval? This is where I ask myself what’s important? Ten years ago I had a piece accepted by the Society of Illustrators in New York. This was huge. I flew out to NYC and attended the fete. When the president asked me which piece was mine, he said, “Oh yeah, that one. We had the hardest time figuring out where to hang it.”  My work, written or painted, has always been a wee bit different. I’m used to it. I’m not changing that part because it’s my best part. The biggest lesson I learned from the whole experience was that getting a piece into that holy of holies garnered me not ONE paying job. So, critical acceptance and kudos are nice, but what’s important? What do I really, really want? READERS.

I remember reading an old interview with my creative idol, Terry Gilliam, where he said he missed those days when he was on the floor working, papers strewn all over. After my first agent left the business, after the publishers she’d submitted to passed, after my second agent dropped me, I thought of Terry Gilliam. All the paralysis of rejection lifted. I got a rush of excitement. 

I can make my own cover! I can use MY illustrations! I can choose the title! I can make cool book trailers! I can publish my book MYSELF!

Am I an unusually strong woman?

I have no idea.

But I’m doing it anyway.

Stay tuned for updates on my progress, mistakes, triumphs, Flying Monkey attacks, and most importantly, my launch date for THE MUMBO JUMBO CIRCUS!

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