MY LAIR

Holy cross-purposes, Batman! Here I am, gearing up to get The Mumbo Jumbo Circus into the world. I finished copy-editing. I'm working on a variety of illos and putting together several different directions for the cover. (I'll hold a public vote for best cover sketch in the near future.)

BUT, and I'm sure I'm not alone in writer-land on this, I am encountering huge psychological resistance to the actual public baring of my heart and soul. Oh, I'm still going to do the pants-down-in-public thing. The book should be available by April 1. Fool. Fool. Oh, shut up, you imbecilic inner-critic.

Okay, I'm back. Yes, I'm going to self-publish my book. The journey is just a lot harder than I figured it would be. I'm alone here. I don't have a team saying, "This book is great!" I believe in the worth of my book, I do. And I'm not the only one. There is, however, a whole list of editors who turned it down. Perception being the greater part of reality, perhaps that's not the smartest thing to put in my blog. But it's the truth. 

I'm forging ahead on what I hope is the stronger truth, my inner faith that others will want to share my stories. My writing comes from a place of honesty, strength, certainty, and magic. The world I inhabit is a magical one. Magic creates more problems than it solves, but it's wondrous all the same. The only feedback I received from editors via my agent is that they wanted my book to be either wholly in a fantasy world or wholly in a realistic one. People, that is not the point. And that is not my world.

So, while I step on a few inner-demons around here to get the job done, allow me to share with you (in 360 degrees) my room where all the magic happens...

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THANKS FOR VISITING! Next time, we'll have tea. Do you have a 'room of one's own?'