"I admit it. I’m a sucker for this trope-the downtrodden who finds a home and family, one not borne of blood, and blossoms like a flower in spring. I love it. It gets me every time. Every. Single. Time. AND they’re kinky too? Kinky pirates, no less. Shut the front door! I mean… it doesn’t get much better than that...."
This summer can bite my shiny metal ass... so far it's been nice a handful of days, but, in between, the barometer's been playing yo-yo. Nicht so gut for my sinuses.
I hit a slow spot with the writing. Just staring at the page going "B... lover, please just trust me, ok?" It'll get done, it just feels like cat-wrangling at the moment.
I wonder if I'm ever going to get any better at replying to fan mail? My responses of "Glad you enjoyed it!" and "Thanks so much!" are so impersonal. I lack the words mostly because I've got a d’aw shucks kind of thing going on.
You might think I'm all:
when I get fan mail, but in truth I'm more like:
OH!
You know what? Somewhere between today and Sunday marks the one year anniversary of the day I started to write stuff! I can't remember exactly when. I keep thinking the 28th but it may have actually been the 26th.
It's been a really weird year, and I've rather enjoyed it as a whole. I wonder what the next year will bring? More writing, definitely.
Cheers to everyone who's been part of the process... my friends, family, fans, and the lovely folks like my new editor (hi Starr!) and fellow authors who have been there for me. Here's to you!
When you learn that there is a book that you've ached to read about actually written and quite masterfully...
...a treasure. It's not a book for everyone but hearties....this book was made for me!! *licks pirate sword*
Sometimes it's hard discussing why a book rocks. There are very few books where I want to just say: 'eff this reviewing shit, just 'effing read this 'effing book! NOW!' Doesn't happen to me a lot but when it does I just want to crow from the rooftops.
This.
This is one of those books for me.
This book has heart, actually, hearts (literally and figuratively) and it's dope. For a first time novel...I was impressed. Is this book going to be for everyone? Hell no. And that's okay. I'll love this book enough for the non readers.
1 - Caged is being edited. Professionally. Nothing of the story changes... just tightening up the text a little and fixing the niggling little typos/errors. I'm also adding a map at the beginning - might help the immediate assumption that it's historical fiction rather than historical fantasy.
2 - Spires is at 70%. I'm pretty sure that the final title will be Heart: Beyond the Spires. I like long titles. But we'll see.
3 - It's fucking gorgeous out these days. Between the beautiful weather and The Sopranos, my productivity is taking a hit; but, you know what? I'm my own boss, I make my own schedule.
4 - Sword is not officially on hold just yet. I may still want to continue while I'm working on Spires. Might be nice to jump tracks every once in a while.
5 - Murphy got a little surgery to remove some growths on his leg. He would like everyone to know just how miserable he is.
The reviews of Caged are fascinating. No one ever spends this much time analyzing or discussing my paintings.
I sometimes wonder if I should write a post addressing some of the common issues that people have or wait until someone just asks me why I chose to write it the way I did.
What do authors normally do?
I've never been one to write about any of my work. I'd rather leave that up to other people. I mean - I know my book. I wrote it for me. I feel odd even having left a tiny review of it... for the same reason that I would feel uncomfortable saying to someone: "Hey look at what I'm wearing! Isn't it well put together? Aren't my shoes nice?"
Not that I'm interested in defendingCaged. I'm really not. I have little interest in that sort of thing in general. Everyone's opinion is completely valid in my opinion. I just wonder if folks would benefit from knowing what in the book is done on purpose or if will just leave them scratching their heads even more.
...
Edit:Though, thinking about it now, I might end up frustrating people if they do ask me questions. I've never been good at answering anything straight if I can avoid it:
I often say that I have no triggers and nothing makes me squeamish.
But that's a bloody lie.
Here is what makes me squeamish: spoiled food.
I can't for the life of me open an old container of food if I know there is a strong possibility that there is mould in it. Or if it might smell bad, even to my limited sense of smell. I will just throw the container out to avoid that.
Right now there is a container of old coleslaw that someone left here a few weeks ago. My eyes go fuzzy every time I spot it because I know that it has gone bad and the container is see-through. I don't want to see that.
Occasionally I feel like I should add a disclaimer to my book blurb.
Disclaimer: If you are looking for "ahoy matey", peg-legged, eye-patched, hook-handed, swinging-from-ropes-with-a cutlass-between-their-teeth, daily-battles-and-plunder kind of pirates, you will not find much of that here.
When people think of pirates, they think of what Hollywood has made them out to be. It makes writing about them hard because people expect excitement and shiver-me-timbers 24/7. It wasn't like that for most pirates.
First off, being a pirate was a way of life, not an occupation. It was about being free and equal, living aboard, taking care, and loving a ship that was home. It was about honour and democracy. It was also about screwing the system... yes. But it largely wasn't done in epic gun-battles, plunder, and pillage. Pirating usually entailed transporting contraband/stolen goods for crooked merchants and steering clear of the navy. Mostly it meant long bouts of little activity punctuated by high-risk jobs that paid fat wallets.
When they came across merchant vessels, yes they boarded and raided... but it was done with surprisingly little bloodshed. Pirates lived mostly on reputation; they adopted scary names and wore strange clothing to make themselves seem crazy and vicious. The end-result was that folks surrendered to them quickly. Look at Blackbeard and his habit of lighting little wicks in his beard and hair before a battle - he looked like a living demon. Why waste cannon balls if you can simply scare your victims into quickly emptying their holds?
Some pirates were more successful than others - Bartholomew "Black Bart" Roberts, for instance, reportedly sacked hundreds of ships over a three year period. Your average pirate ship? Maybe ten a year.
Life at sea could be dangerous - cannons bursting loose from moorings, bad storms, dumb luck from falling from the shrouds. There were a lot of injuries, and amputations were fairly common. However, not as common as movies make them out to be. Folks often simply died from their injuries... even minor ones. They didn't live in the most sanitary of conditions.
The fact of the matter is that "pirating" was often just a small part of being on board a pirate ship. There was a lot of down time for the men and women who became pirates, lots of time to build camaraderie and culture. It's that quiet time—life surrounded by sun and sea and your fellow pirates, pledged to loyalty and respect—that I set out to capture in Caged.