"That's the way to do it!"*
Aug. 16th, 2015 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceYesterday we had a party here. I kinda cleaned the house, but didn't have to do a thing else; it wasn't our party, so other people just took over our space and ran it. Perfect. (Well, all right, I may have zoned in on the grill, but hey. Food, in my space, without my interference...? Unthinkable!)
And today it was 105F in the car, 100F in reality, and I pretty much didn't leave the house. This afternoon, Karen napped with the fan on; me, I wrote the first chapter of Three Twins at the Chalet School. And turned leftover party strawberries into jam.
Hey, when was the last time I wrote 2500 words in a day? And made jam? I may be awesome.
So at the moment, I'm thinking that I put the first chapter up for free, so people can see what they're getting. After that, we move to Patreon and for $3 a month you get two chapters a month as I write them, for probably ten months or so, 65-70K all told; for $5 a month you get the above plus the revised and edited e-book at the end of the year, with a pretty cover and everything; for $10 a month you get to name a Crater girl, and maybe get the hard copy physical edition. That may be $15; I haven't done the math yet, but I am told that mailing costs run high. Whatever. Maybe I'll separate the hard copy out altogether, and it's just something you can order at the end.
Anyway. This thing does seem to be happening, I am just sayin'. If the wife approves the chapter, that is. No pressure.
*Does Punch & Judy still play any part in an English childhood? I should not be either surprised or disturbed to discover that it does not; brutal & serial murders of wife, baby and officers of the law are no kind of example to hold up to the flower of our youth. Nor avenging crocodiles (tho' see Peter Pan, obviously). And I have spoken to lamenting Americans who have never had the chance to see it, and it struck me suddenly that I have no idea whether it has been a casualty of more anxious times in the UK. I think I should be sorry, if so: its loss would be, well, a loss. The Punch & Judy man - the professor - is a particular breed of performer, and not to be replaced by something more acceptable. Is the swazzle lost for ever? Someone tell me no...
And today it was 105F in the car, 100F in reality, and I pretty much didn't leave the house. This afternoon, Karen napped with the fan on; me, I wrote the first chapter of Three Twins at the Chalet School. And turned leftover party strawberries into jam.
Hey, when was the last time I wrote 2500 words in a day? And made jam? I may be awesome.
So at the moment, I'm thinking that I put the first chapter up for free, so people can see what they're getting. After that, we move to Patreon and for $3 a month you get two chapters a month as I write them, for probably ten months or so, 65-70K all told; for $5 a month you get the above plus the revised and edited e-book at the end of the year, with a pretty cover and everything; for $10 a month you get to name a Crater girl, and maybe get the hard copy physical edition. That may be $15; I haven't done the math yet, but I am told that mailing costs run high. Whatever. Maybe I'll separate the hard copy out altogether, and it's just something you can order at the end.
Anyway. This thing does seem to be happening, I am just sayin'. If the wife approves the chapter, that is. No pressure.
*Does Punch & Judy still play any part in an English childhood? I should not be either surprised or disturbed to discover that it does not; brutal & serial murders of wife, baby and officers of the law are no kind of example to hold up to the flower of our youth. Nor avenging crocodiles (tho' see Peter Pan, obviously). And I have spoken to lamenting Americans who have never had the chance to see it, and it struck me suddenly that I have no idea whether it has been a casualty of more anxious times in the UK. I think I should be sorry, if so: its loss would be, well, a loss. The Punch & Judy man - the professor - is a particular breed of performer, and not to be replaced by something more acceptable. Is the swazzle lost for ever? Someone tell me no...