December 13th, 2005

Fear death by fanfic

Oculus Mundi

From my seat in the bullpen, I can see rather a lot of the goings-on in the assorted booths, something that I think some of the phone goons are not quite so aware of as they might be. There's a lot of standing up and turning around and talking when the walkers are not so much in evidence, and since rediscovering the joys of net send, I've been sending little ... erm ... "love notes" ... here and there.

It's nothing dreadful. But since people have this tendency to straighten up when they see a walker coming their direction, it's difficult to call people on it when they're being twits on the job. I can't be everywhere, and I mostly have to stay at my desk because I'm actually doing real work there, but sending little messages to people is at least an attempt at letting them know they need to knock it the hell off.

Not that I tell them "knock it the hell off", exactly, but it's these stiffly-worded little messages that convey that general impression in the most polite and professional of manners. ...Anonymously, even.

I'm not sure whether I actually care about the job or whether I'm pretending I do and just going there to pull a paycheck. Either way, in my twistily insane head, pretending I care involves creating a persona who cares. Today started off badly, because I didn't have the seating chart, just the list of booth assignments in alphabetical order by phone goon. I cannot seat extras like that, and I had a small mob's worth, and I was in pain from hip, arm, and tongue. (Respectively, sleeping on wrong, wrenching, and too-hot pot roast.)

I'd like to banish about half my co-workers to a place where I'd never have to deal with them again, and hide in a corner with a book at a party consisting of the rest of them. When Zapping Gum Super has a problem with a phone goon, it's become a serious issue. Zapping Gum Super gets along with everybody, even Scary Old Lady Phone Goon. But the One-Man Bald Nudity Crusade is too much for everybody, especially when he insists on blaming our computer system for clear ID-ten-T errors.
  • Current Music
    "Whenever, Wherever" in my head
touch the face of god, High Flight, milky way


*clears throat* Um, y'all know outofambit's writing, right? Little books like Spock's World, So You Want to be a Wizard, The Door into Shadow, Dark Mirror, The Wounded Sky, To Visit the Queen...

And it's that last one that's of particular interest now.

Book of Night With Moon and To Visit the Queen are a companion series to the Young Wizards books, about cat-wizards and their issues and Assignments. These are not overly-cute cats. These are catty cats who cat about on wizardly motivations with a very feline spin.

The story was plotted as a trilogy, and The Big Meow's outline was completed in 1998. But since the first two didn't sell particularly well, the third one was filed away neatly with a sign of regret.

In outofambit's words: The obvious solution to this problem is publication on demand (POD). I don't mind doing that. But you have to understand that it ain't cheap at the reader's end. Without dragging you all through the math -- which would take me a while, and I have enough trouble with math after the caffeine hits, let alone before it -- let's just say that a "trade paperback" perfect-bound copy of The Big Meow is going to cost you hardcover prices, not paperback. If I'm to make any money at all on the deal (by which I mean, at least recoup my publishing and labor expenses), you're going to be paying $20-25 for a copy of this book.

Would you?

If you would, drop me an email at this address:

I'd also ask those of you who read this blog and frequent LiveJournal or other communities where there might be interested parties to please forward the contents of this message to them in whatever ways seem most appropriate.

I'm there. I'm very there. I'm not rich enough to create the Books-I-Want-to-Read Press, but there's always room in the budget for the very short list of buy-on-sight authors. There's a reason I tracked down some of the more obscure books, and while in some cases they were justifiably obscure (the X-Com game tie-in is a readable yarn and a perfectly decent book, but without her usual sparkle), I'll usually want to re-read her books at least once every few years. (I believe I turned around and started reading Stealing the Elf-King's Roses again the second I finished it, just because it needed a second run through to settle completely.)
  • Current Music
    "Gloria" (?) in my head