duskpeterson: (moon)
"She put down a tentative line or two and crossed them out. If the right twist would not come of itself, it was useless to manufacture it. She had her image - the world sleeping like a great top on its everlasting spindle - and anything added to that would be mere verse-making. Something might come of it some day. In the meanwhile she had got her mood on to paper - and this is the release that all writers, even the feeblest, seek for as men seek for love; and, having found it, they doze off happily into dreams and trouble their hearts no further."

--Dorothy L. Sayers: Gaudy Night.

Writing )

The problem I'm beginning to possess is how to post my overload of Three Lands fiction. I currently have four novels in the series to post (three of which are already issued as ebooks). Two of the novels are mega-novels, and one can be fairly characterized as super-sized, being the length of a couple of novels. In addition, I need to post five novellas, a novel that's nearly finished, and heaven knows how many Three Lands novels and short fiction will be composed by the end of the year.

And that's just The Three Lands. I'm also trying to get the rest of my Turn-of-the-Century Toughs stories online. I don't know how many words that represents: Half a million? A million? Also, a few stories from my archived series.

There are definite disadvantages to having high word counts. Do any of you folks have suggestions for a smooth manner in which to release all this fic?

Research )
duskpeterson: An apprentice builds a boat as a man looks on. (Default)
"It used to be that I would clean the oven to avoid writing because traditional publishing was total bleakness interrupted by 10 minutes of happiness when your agent called to say she had sold your book. There followed a year of silence while the book was 'produced.' Publication was brief. The salesmen (you heard right) decided the print run and if it was in the low five digits, the book was DOA. Two years of your life had been eaten up. The Prozac months followed.

"Now I write avidly because I can publish what I write. Once written and edited, I can publish a book in a matter of minutes and sell it 24/7. I have satisfied my two passions: writing and commerce."

--Consuelo Saah Baehr, as qouted in David Gaughran's Let's Get Digital.

What I wrote this month, and what story is coming next )
Waterman research trip to Calvert County in Southern Maryland (illustrated) )
Counselling )
10:10 challenge: Reducing my carbon emissions by 10% )
Dusk's recipe for Vegan Chocolate Pudding )
Health )
duskpeterson: An apprentice builds a boat as a man looks on. (Default)
Calvert County is a peninsula in Southern Maryland, squeezed between the Chesapeake Bay and the Patuxent River. (The lake across the street from my house feeds into the Patuxent River system.) The county is unfortunately fairly gentrified these days, but the inhabitants are proud of their historical ties to the water - hence our trip there.

Calvert Marine Museum and Drum Point Lighthouse )
Solomons )
Our endless quest for my protagonist's home )
Post-trip research )

So I still don't know for sure where my protagonist's estate is located, but for better or worse, that's my only trip to Southern Maryland this year. Now I just need to read the turn-of-the-century texts on lighthouses that I downloaded last weekend - which I can do throughout the fall - and I'll be all set to finish writing "Master and Servant."

Except that Spiralred has invited me to join her in a visit to Dorchester County next month. Yay!
duskpeterson: (summer night shells)
"On the first Saturday of November the skipjacks of Tilghman Island were dressed for a ritual. The ritual was the Chesapeake Bay Appreciation Day skipjack race, which marked the beginning of the oystering season. This was to be my first season dredging oysters aboard a skipjack. . . .

"By 10:30 A.M. seventeen working skipjacks had gathered off the beach at Sandy Point. The Bay rippled with a light southwest breeze, and [Captain] Bart sent [his first mate] Bobby into the push boat to shut off the Cadillac. The skipper paid out the main sheet, motioned for me to take the wheel, and let Ruby Ford sail with the wind abeam. I turned the wheel tentatively to starboard what seemed two or three full turns, but the skipjack held her heading and drifted in the current with 1200 square feet of sails fluttering overhead.

"'Honey, come over[.]' Bart's right arm waved to starboard.

"Slowly his message sunk in: 'Turn the wheel, stupid.' I did."

--Randall S. Peffer: Watermen.

About the trip )
Talbot County, Maryland )
Lewes, Delaware )
Dorchester County, Maryland )
Your turn now )

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