Wow! The Wiccan-Pagan Times just posted the interview I did with them over the past few months!
Enjoy!
Wow! The Wiccan-Pagan Times just posted the interview I did with them over the past few months!
Enjoy!
Seriously. I now understand how tracking sales can become obsessive for an author.
Type in Solitary Wicca for Life and click the “title” box. Then click the green arrow next to the search result to see the graph of Amazon sales since the day it was released. My all-time best sales ranking on Amazon for this book was 17K-ish, on September 24, 2005. When you think that there are over 2.5 million titles listed on Amazon, to be in the 17Kth best-selling book is pretty nifty. I’m no Dan Brown (thank all the gods), but to be in the top 20K is fun.
What am I doing in offline life? Take a look at what I’ve been reading, writing, listening to, rehearsing, and mark down when I’ll next be performing with one of the groups with which I play!
Last Updated: January 21, 2008
Reading Now:
Striding Folly by Dorothy L Sayers
Gold Bug Variations by Richard Powers
Vivaldi’s Virgins by Barbara Quick (stalled)
Recently Read:
Virgin Earth by Philippa Gregory
The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett
The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor
Earthly Joys by Philippa Gregory
Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr
The Druidry Handbook by John Michael Greer
Dust by Elizabeth Bear
Daughter of Venice by Donna Jo Napoli
Beatrix Potter: A Life In Nature by Linda Lear
You’re Not Fooling Anyone When You Take Your Laptop to a Coffee Shop by John Scalzi
The Cipher by Diana Pharaoh Francis
Contracted:
untitled hearth magic book: delivery April 2008, projected release date April 2009
Pagan Pregnancy: A Spiritual Journey from Maiden to Mother: release date July 2008
Uncontracted:
Wings & Ashes: novelette in first draft (begun August 2007)
The Moments of Being Pandora: YA urban fantasy novel, first rewrite, final four chapters in draft (begun November 2004)
Swan Sister: adult novel, first draft (35% complete) (begun January 2006)
Il Maestro e le Figlie di Coro: YA historical novel, first draft (75% complete) (begun November 2006)
Creating the Muse (also referred to as ‘The Poppy Book’, or tongue-in-cheek as The Great Canadian Novel or GCN): adult novel, in rewrites (and the last four chapters may as well be a first draft, as the end has to be so drastically changed) (begun July 2002)
Many Names: complete YA novel, submitted without representation December 2007 (written November 2002 – late 2003)
Balsamic Moon: adult novel, on hold; requires final two chapters (written November 2003)
A Distant Bell Caroline LaVelle
Pride & Prejudice film score – Dario Marinelli
Shrek the Third – dir. Chris Miller et al, 2007
The Golden Compass – dir. Chris Weitz, 2007
The Cat Returns – dir. Hiroyuki Morita, 2002
Lakeshore Chamber Orchestra:
Symphony no. 1 – Gounod
Overture to The Caliph of Baghdad – Francois Adrien Boieldieu
Pavane – Fauré
Pavane pour une infante defunct – Ravel
Aires de danse dans le style ancien from Le roi s’amuse – Delibes
Random Colour:

Current Set List: covers of Leonard Cohen, Metallica, The Tragically Hip, Loreena McKennitt and more!
Lakeshore Chamber Orchestra:
early April 2008
details TBA
Random Colour:
~ currently on hiatus ~
Why does Owls’ Court exist? Why do I keep a journal? Why is it online?
Owls’ Court is all about musing — inspiration, exploring what makes people do what they do, how I see life and the people around me; how I make sense of life through creativity; and some good old-fashioned working out stuff that I’m trying to get a handle on through writing. It’s also about having fun, and staying in touch – with myself, and with others.
Here’s some of my thoughts on the subject, taken from various posts over the years.
February 12, 2006:
Yes, we at the Court have now been journaling online for four years. It’s the longest I’ve ever kept any sort of steady diary-type thing. (I’m not counting my spiritual journals; those are an ongoing record of spiritual work, and they’re more like workbooks to me.)
I began it as a simple method of making myself write regularly. If there were people out there who were reading it, I reasoned, then I’d feel more apt to update. In addition, it provided me with a place to think aloud. Contrary to the reason why some people blog, I don’t journal publicly for comments or to create dialogue. I journal publicly to keep myself honest. Yes, there have been times where I’ve gone over old entries and wondered what on earth I could have been thinking at the time, but more often than not I’ve been amused at a turn of phrase, reminded of a deeply emotional moment, or been able to shore up my memory as to what was happening in my life at any given time. It’s a place to celebrate, to explore, to vent, and to create. It’s casual, not formal; it’s me, not a marketing tool. I’m fond of it.
It’s been invaluable in helping pinpoint my obstacles during the writing process, and more importantly, the process of rewriting and how I handle edits of my work. I can log accomplishments, complain through the hard bits, and at the end post triumph. I can’t deny weakness or failure if I’ve journaled it either. Acknowledging even the less desirable parts of me as seen through past entries has taught me a lot, too.
I’ve met some really fabulous people, deepened friendships with acquaintances, and learned a lot about myself. Here’s to our fourth anniversary, little owlies; may we have many, many more.
February 2005:
I blog for a variety of reasons:
It keeps me honest. As a writer, I have to remind myself that a book appearing once a year means that readers only see what I think once a year. A daily web log makes me write every day, and makes me write things that are important to me every day, and write things which other people will read every day. Even if I just comment on my mood, I make sure it’s professional to some degree. I want to keep contact with my readers, and a web journal is an extended method of doing this.
It keeps me focused on who I am. I blog about what’s important to me, what amuses me, or what’s occupying my mind. Sometimes I get conversation in return, sometimes not. I don’t blog for the comments, I blog to work my ideas out. (Not necessarily ideas for writing, but most often ideas about writing.) My journal allows me to explore issues in a structured fashion. And, also related to the previous reason, I write them in such a way that it’s “publishable” without going through without going through the process of finding a market for a 300-word piece on the subject of whatever’s on my mind that day.
I blog as a method of staying in touch with friends and family. I’ve also met dozens of wonderful new friends via my weblog and/or theirs.
I blog to keep a record of my progress through various situations. I find it extremely useful to be able to look back and see what I was working on at any given time, how I felt about it, and what sort of challenges I faced. I find it fascinating to read the online journals of other authors and artists as they work through a project, and I imagine that I have readers like this, too. Again, it has to with documenting the process of creation. (Can you tell I find the creative process fascinating?)
I find personal journals more interesting than the weblogs of companies which detail news and upcoming releases. I think the format of weblogs allows individuals the opportunity to re-examine the concept of personal expression. And while it’s true that the format of a weblog means that anyone and everyone with varying degrees of skill at self-expression can post stuff (and yes, there’s a lot of dreck and wasted space out there), it also means that people who may otherwise not have had the opportunity to express themselves in a semi-public fashion can share their ideas.
February 12, 2002 (the launch day):
Who am I? Goodness, you’re all just so thirsty for knowledge, aren’t you. Ten points to you all.
“Who” is just so subjective, don’t you think? Who I am changes daily, what with cells replacing themselves, ideas evolving, new skills acquired, old skills falling by the wayside�
So instead, I’ll toss out a semi-random spray of info; little packets that you can assemble into whatever order you like and construct your own mental version of the Author.
I love owls, and foxes. My home is decorated with blades and Pre-Raphaelite prints. I’ve played the cello since 1994, and I currently play with the Lakeshore Chamber Orchestra. I work in a bookshop. I possess a Magisteriate in English Literature. I love fountain pens, and dip pens are my newest experiment. I dislike being rushed, and being told I should or shouldn’t do something is the most direct route to making sure I will not/will do it (or at least consider not doing it). I like being outside, but bugs diminish the enjoyment. Rowan trees are nifty. So is mythology, and spirituality, and metaphysics. Rain is fun. Floods are not. Good friends are invaluable, and I have a bunch of them, some who are new, some who have been around for over a decade. Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor. Sometimes I can be in a crowded room and be quite alone. Then again, sometimes I can be in an empty room and be overcome by companionship. Star Wars, not Star Trek (but Trek’s okay too). Not enough people are taught Shakespeare properly. Jane Austen rules. The Bard is the most under-appreciated character in any AD&D campaign.
Oh, and be ye warned — books will show up a lot as a topic. We’ll focus on why some other time, or else my work of the day will lie untouched and management will gently ask why the heck they’re paying me.
[reposted from the Great mySQL Disaster of 2006)
HRH went out gaming tonight. I sat down at the computer once he was gone and I’d tidied up a bit: handled email, checked news, did a bit of research, and wished I could be working on Swan Sister, but I wasn’t in the mood to slog through the warmup only to be ready for bed when I reached the point where things flowed. Nor was I particularly keen on opening one of the other novels to work on one of those, because I wanted to do something finite.
So I pulled out the story postcards I had. Alas, I’d used all of them: they all have big orange checkmarks on them.
But I remembered one that I hadn’t used, one that’s somewhere in a manila envelope or a file of stuff that was on my bulletin board by my desk in the last apartment. Longtime readers will remember the story postcard Neil Gaiman sent me with a phrase about a never-ending line of people written on it with a fountain pen filled with green ink. I made rather a fuss about it at the time.
So I opened a new Word file and wrote a 1,143 word short story beginning with that image of a long line of people snaking off into the distance.
It doesn’t have a title yet. At the moment the file is called “Gaiman postcard”.
Whether I like it or not tomorrow is immaterial. I like it now, both for what I did with it (plain, simple) and how I wrote it (I just did it, in a single hour).
And HRH has just come home with ice cream, since I’d indicated a desire to have some earlier only to discover that he’d finished it last night.
No, wait, I think I have a title: Next. Oh, yes; that’s perfect. That makes it 1,144 words, thank you very much.
Now: ice cream, and bed.
~ Originally posted by Autumn at February 9, 2006 11:27 PM
Comments:
Way to go!
Posted by: Kino Kid at February 9, 2006 11:46 PM
Hey, I’m just reading your post on NaNoEdMo! How’s that for synchronicity?
Posted by: Owldaughter at February 9, 2006 11:47 PM
Er. What I ought to have said first is, Thank you!
Posted by: Owldaughter at February 9, 2006 11:50 PM
Woohoo! Go Arin!
Posted by: Ceri at February 10, 2006 09:09 AM
Full of awesome!
Posted by: Maia AP at February 11, 2006 02:35 AM
Last night’s concert was excellent — very tight. Fantastic work from everyone, particularly our section of Cello-Playing Mice. When things go well, the evening always flys by and the two hours are over before I know it. Although my legs falling asleep from the wooden chair being just a smidge too high were a definite indication of time passing. Halfway through the symphony in the second half, I rearranged my legs so that they were stretched to the left and crossed at the ankles instead of feet flat on the floor, one knee on either side of the cello. Unorthodox, but it helped for a bit. Thanks again to everyone who came out — it always means a lot to me.
The Random Colour meeting was terrific as well, particularly since we ended up working out music not once but twice for one song, and acing the second (up until the part where we have to modulate at the bridge, that is; we decided to work on that at home since I had to flee to eat and change for the other concert). I’m impressed with how well we worked together, particularly for those who’d never played with others before (or played their instrument!). The girls have decided that bowing the cello sounds pretty darned cool in the second song we worked, so I’ll mess about with that in the other songs at home to see what happens.
Good thing we’d casually looked at amps and pick-ups earlier, because as soon as Ceri started tuning her sax both the stringed instruments realised that we’d need to amp simply in order to be heard. My inexpensive cello pick-up is already on order; I doubt it will be here for the next rehearsal this weekend, but then, I won’t have an amp either, so that’s fine. I won’t be able to get the baby amp, either, until HRH’s EI snarl gets worked out, which, gods willing, will be this week. The girls are meeting every weekend from now till Invisible’s mid-June concert in order to really ace a couple of songs; we have less time than they did for their first gig, and we’ve chosen harder songs (enthusiastic overacheivers that we are).
Today: errands; more edits; some green witch work.
It’s dark, it’s grey, it’s gloomy, and I have a vaguely nauseous feeling that’s probably directly connected to the amount of food I ate last night at my in-laws’ place. It’s now pouring and HRH probably still won’t come home early, just as he hasn’t the last rain days this month.
I finished the rewrite of the proposal and sent it off, so I’ve done some sort of Real Work today. Let’s see if the pub board is a bit more comfortable with a book which talks about using the seasons to support spellcasting.