I am giving Patreon another shot – For realsies this time.

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Some of you may or may not remember I attempted to dip my toe in the Patreon pool last year. But it was like joining Twitter for the first time. I had no idea what I was doing or how to make it work for me, so I failed miserably at it and let it die.

Now I’ve replanted the seeds, fed it water, put it in indirect sunlight and am going to nurture it until it grows. Which is to say, I will pay attention to it and actually put up posts and make it a real thing worth supporting.

So, if you’d like some exclusive fiction from me, please consider becoming one of my patrons. If you pledge at the $3 dollar level (or higher, which is awesome), you’ll have access to read patron-only-posts. I’ll be posting various things including short fiction, serialized short stories, you’ll get to see cover reveals first, maybe even first chapters of soon-to-be-published books. Starting this Friday, I’ll post the first segment in a mildly NSFW short story set in the Taryn Malloy/Brimstone War universe from my alter ego, Leila Bryce Sin. It’s a fun, sexy, summer read set in Vegas.

Please be aware this is going to be raw material. It won’t have the polish and shine of going through the editing process that my books do. But maybe that’s not a bad thing? Maybe it’ll be interesting to see something different? For it to feel more personal? Kinda like things are here on the blog. We’ll see.

Not everything I post will be NSWF, mild or otherwise. I’m going to use this space to workout some ideas, feel out new characters, revisit old ones and old universes. So you might be treated to flash fiction or short stories from my previously closed series, like The Elemental Series or the Ash and Ruin Trilogy. Or even side stories from The Matilda Kavanagh Novels.

If you pledge at $10 or higher, I might treat you to extra little things. This is definitely going to be a learning experience for me and I hope you’ll bear with me and stick it out to see how it goes.

Be sure to read through all the levels to see what kind of investment you’d like to make, what kind of rewards you’d like to get. I think I’ve made it fair and worth your while. At least, I hope I have.

But it doesn’t matter if all you pledge is $1, your name will be included in the acknowledgements of every upcoming book I publish, so long as you remain a patron when they come out. Because every dollar counts.

So yeah. Hopefully I don’t disappoint. Hopefully you like it. Hopefully I’m good at this.

Check it out here and sign up to become a patron!

Mourning the Loss of an Artist Unapologetically

My post this week on the Spellbound Scribes’ blog. I had to go back and add a bit about Alan Rickman and it’s really not enough. But I know how much that man meant to me so I’ll leave it as it is. I’ll probably watch Dogma, or Galaxy Quest, or even Robin Hood quite soon. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sit through Snape’s death scene without completely losing it. It is difficult enough to watch it just because he was my favorite character, but now? Oof. I can’t even think about it without getting choked up.

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Sunday night we lost a great artist. The ripples that went around the world as people found out about David Bowie’s death built into a current that pulled so many of us down. It’s always a little strange when a celebrity dies, someone who you probably don’t even know, but their death touches you as much as losing a friend. Sunday I lost an idol I never got to meet.

I saw so many people openly express their grief, myself included, while others seemed to apologize for their feelings. Embarrassed for being sad over the death of someone they didn’t even know. I get it, it’s kinda of like heading off the teasing before anyone can say something to you like, “You’re a little too upset over this.”

But you know what? No, we aren’t.

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It’s only forever, not that long at all.

“Today is a sad day.” That’s what my husband said to me when I woke up this morning. He’d been up for about an hour and had already heard the news. He knew it would be hard for me to hear so he wanted to tell me before I saw it on social media or some bubbly newscaster pretending to be sad as they read the prompter.

When my husband said, “David Bowie died last night,” I just stood there, my mouth hanging open like and idiot and stared at him. After a few moments all I could say was, “No.”

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No. Not David. Not Ziggy. Not Jareth.

Can’t be.

He couldn’t have died.

I was just wearing my new “I move the stars for no one” shirt, so happy and proud to show my love for the man, the legend.

Celebrity deaths are just as sad as any death, but some celebrities are more important to a “regular” person than others. David Bowie is – was important to me.

I don’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love David Bowie. I was just three years old when The Labyrinth was released (I tweeted earlier that it had come out the year of my birth, a mistake, probably due to the fact that I can’t remember it not being my favorite movie). I still have my Sir Didymus doll. Jareth the Goblin King formed my love of David Bowie and all misunderstood villains. I even carved his likeness in a pumpkin for Halloween last year because I am that big of a fangirl for this man. To this day, a good villain, a heart-broken misfit, the one who is just trying, will get me.

There is so much I want to say about this amazing man but I don’t think I have the words. He inspired me as a writer and he always will. I’ll be sad the next time I watch The Labyrinth (which will probably be later today). I am sad as I sit here listening to his music, grateful he managed to give us one last gift in his new record. But I am happy that I was alive when he was. I am happy that he’s been an influence for me.

We love you David, Ziggy, Jareth. We miss you already.

It’s only forever… Not that long at all.

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Back from the holidays

I am typing! This is amazing. I know, if you follow me, the idea that I’m typing shouldn’t be a big surprise or cause for celebration, but today it is.

On New Years Day I took a tumble.

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Okay, it wasn’t a tumble. It was an OMFGIAMFALLINGHOLYCRAP fall. It was a fall that I was lucky to stand up from. It was a fall that I was lucky not to have a broken arm or cracked skull from. But it wasn’t a fall that left me unscathed.

My hubs works from home just like me, and he had an intake interview with a couple of potential new clients who wanted to meet on New Years Day. When you work for yourself, holidays are not the same as they are for many other people, kinda like working retail. So of course we said, “yes! Come on over!” And we started cleaning the house and grounds, putting the holiday back in the boxes and making the place presentable for new people.

One of the things that had to be done was retying one of our sun sails over our outdoor space. We’d taken it down when there were 60mph wind gusts the other week. So I climbed up on our pick-nick table to reach for the rope and tie the thing off. Now, the key to surviving anything like this is to watch where you’re stepping.

I did not.

I ran out of table.

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Unfortunately, I already had hold of the rope in my right hand when my foot stepped onto the nothingness. When you stumble you instinctively grip whatever you’re holding. Sadly, I hadn’t started to anchor the rope, so it was a just loose and happy to let me fall and slide my hand down the braided fibers.

I fell off the table, my leg going between the table and bench, to bounce off and land flat on my back on the cement pavers our table is centered on. It was fast and slow all at once. I don’t remember hitting the bench (though the massive bruises and swelling prove I did), but I remember having a moment to think, “You’re going to land on your back in a second,” when I hit the bench. I managed to pull my arms in and tuck my chin before I hit the ground. If I’d flung out my hands to break my fall I’d’ve broken something. If I hadn’t tucked my chin, I’d’ve cracked my head on the cement.

My husband rushed to me as I lay there telling him I was okay, just needed a second. The funny thing was, I had no idea there was something wrong with my hand. I lay there, giving my mind a moment to think about my body and listen for cues that something was wrong, but nothing screamed back with pain.

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So I sat up and laughed for a second.

Then I saw my hand. My right hand. My dominate hand.

I said, “Hey, look at my thumb. It looks weird.” I said that because it didn’t hurt. Yet. The rope had burned my palm and ripped off some skin, making it look like a puncture wound. But my thumb. Oh holy gods, my thumb. Between the knuckle and my palm I’d ripped off so much skin that I could see the vein that runs through your thumb just below the last layer of skin. If I’d taken that layer, I’d’ve been in the ER.

Because I looked at my palm and thumb, the shock wore off and the pain set in. My hand was on fire. It truly was a full burn from the rope. My hand shook and I finally cried, panicked and freaked out over what my hand looked like. And I started babbling about not being able to write today or finishing the beautiful scarf I was knitting for myself. These are the crazy, panicked things you say when you hurt yourself.

So, here I am, Monday morning, able to type and it is awesome. I promised myself, whether my outline was done or not, I was starting the New Project today, so the idea that I wouldn’t be able to added to my panic and tears. But it’s cloudy and rain is on the way and I can move my fingers and I can hit the space bar with my thumb without causing searing pain. Who knows, I might be knitting by the end of the week.

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So happy new year my loves! I survived and will have new words!

P.S.

I have one slot left for January for a new Critique project. If you’d like to steal that spot, please email me at shaunagranger82@gmail.com – you can always sign up for a Feb or March slot, but hurry, I only take a couple each month. Check out my critique page to learn more about what I do.

Books make awesome holiday gifts!

The holidays are coming and shopping for gifts and the stresses of “what they hell do I get these people?” that comes with it.

So I am offering a holiday special! You can ordered signed copies of my books at the lowest price I can offer!

Individual titles are $8 + $2 shipping!

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The complete Ash and Ruin Trilogy is $22.50 + $5 shipping!

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The complete Elemental Series (extremely limited stock) $37.50 + $8 shipping!

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Unfortunately I can only offer individual titles for The Matilda Kavanagh Novels at this time.

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So, what you’ll get with your order is the option to have the book(s) signed and personalized for you or your gift recipient, you just tell me who to make it out to. And there’s always a chance you’ll find additional swag hidden inside, you never know!

And! If you’d like me to gift wrap the books for you, I will! There will me an additional $2 charge to cover the cost of paper (per order, not per book, so if you’re ordering 1 book for you and 3 for a friend but want each order gift wrapped it’ll be $2 for the 1 book and $2 for the 3).

Now, due to time constraints I do have to put a deadline for ordering on The Elemental Series books and The Matilda Kavanagh Novels. I do not have a lot of these books in stock and if I need to order them myself, I need time to get them and get them back in the mail for you. So you only have until 12/8/15 to order from those series. If you want any or all of the Ash and Ruin Trilogy you can order as late as 12/15/15, but remember, the longer you wait to order, the higher the risk you run that the mailman might not come in time!

So all you have to do is email me at shaunagranger82 @ gmail dot com with the subject line “Signed Book Order” and in the email tell me which book or books you’d like and who you’d like them made out to and I will send you a PayPal invoice. Once that’s paid your order will be processed. It’s that simple!

Je t’aime, Paris

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I know it’s been too long since I posted here and I know I don’t ever post political things here, but I would be remiss not to say something about the terrible things that happened in Paris last night.

If you know me personally, you know how much I love Paris. I have been lucky enough to have visited Paris twice in my life. I have spent a total of three weeks in that city and, honestly, it’s not enough. Paris is one of those magical places you fantasize about but when you get there, it actually lives up to those fantasies.

It is beautiful and inspiring. The people are wonderful and kind. There is this idea that Paris is snobby and they look down on Americans, but I tell you, I’ve never been to such a polite and patience place as is Paris. The smiles, the “please” and “thank you” and “until we meet again!” that echoes everywhere is lovely.

When the attack happened in January I watched in horror and panic. We had friends in Paris that morning and, though we knew the chances were slim that anything had happened to them, we worried. But last night? My heart stopped. No friends or family were in Paris, but that didn’t mean anything. I was watching something horrible happen, not just in a place I love, but just something horrible in the world we now live in.

I understand the panic and the anger we all feel. I understand in some parts of the country people get news in different ways, sometimes those ways are biased and may stoke the fires of intolerance. I know some people will think, because I live in California, my news is all liberal and tree-hugging. But it’s not. I don’t take the news from just one source, but some people do. I just want to remind you that ISIS, like the Westboro Baptist Church, like the KKK, like so many other radicals, is not the whole, not the sole representation of the Muslim faith and community.

I don’t know any Muslims personally. But I was curious about the faith and I took time to read about it, not from any church website, but to understand the principle beliefs and no, ISIS is not representative of what I’ve learned. I doubt any of my readers who may be Christian would ever stay the WBC represents what they believe. And I think a lot of people would be surprised to find many similarities in their own faith in the Muslim faith. I think people forget how similar most religions are, we just all speak different languages so it seems like belief systems must be totally different. They’re not.

So, I understand your anger and your fear, but don’t let people convince you to become intolerant and  abusive to people who are also victims of this hate group. Remember, ISIS is killing Muslims too – they kill those who do not adopt their ideological hate. ISIS wants us, everyone, to help with their goals. Don’t help them. Help each other.

John Scalzi said it quite well and I urge you to read more things like this in the coming weeks: Paris.

Je t’aime, Paris. Nous sommes tous Parisians. À bientôt!

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Where and I? Who am I? What now?

My monthly post over at The Spellbound Scribes’ blog.

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There’s always this strange feeling that comes with finishing a book. Whether it’s just after finishing the rough draft and tumbling down the mountain of the denouement, or you’ve finally conquered the many-headed monster of line edits and plot holes, or finally, finally typed those two little words: The End. But the feeling comes and it’s one of bewilderment.

You’ve been working so hard, from idea conception, to finally hitting the last period, or – if it’s a series – you got to finally write The End, when you’re done, you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself. There’s no word goal that needs to be met. No deadline looming. No emails from your editor, with an attachment that now has more Track Changes than original work. No acknowledgements to write. Nothing but trying to enjoy the idea that you get to take a break. But it’s strangely hard to…

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My monthly post over at the Spellbound Scribes’ Blog!

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Happy Thursday my loverlies! The week is nearly over, huzzah!

This week has been equal parts awesome and stressful. Awesome and stressful because I started writing my sixteenth novel. Yup. Sixteenth. Mind, I write under this name and under and alter ego, so a couple of those novels are under a different name, but all told, I have a YA series that had five installments, an NA trilogy, an Adult UF series that has four completed books (this one I’m starting is the fifth in that series) and then my alter ego has written four novels.

When I finished writing my fifteenth novel in mid December I was totally spent. I wasn’t burnt out, because I hadn’t overdone it over the course of 2014 but I had still written a vast number of words. I was just happy I’d finished before the holidays so I could actually enjoy them…

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A Taboo Subject in the Publishing World: Money

If you’ve been around the publishing, book blogging, reader-ish world on-line last week, you probably already know all about the kerfuffle that erupted when a writer decided to try to crowd-fund the sequel to her previously traditionally published book, using Kickstarter, after her publisher decided not to pick up the sequel.

I’m not going to get into the issue of why people got upset with her, or the possible misunderstandings that went on, or the argument that art is work and artists should be paid for that work (which I obviously agree with). Not because I don’t think those things need to be talked about, but because a lot of other people have already talked about it and I want to talk about something else.

Through this whole thing one issue has come up again and again, an issue that we are conditioned not to talk about, or not be wholly truthful about because it says something about the artist if expectations are not met. And that thing is money. The concept of money in publishing is very strange. We’re not really supposed to talk about it, but we all have to act like we’ve got it. But then people get confused when we get angry about books being pirated, or try to explain that, while we understand that some readers don’t have the funds to buy every book they’d like to read (coughlibrariescough, yescoughevenforebookscough), we still need and expect to be paid for writing. Yes, need. Not just want, but need. People don’t understand why we need to be paid because aren’t all successful writers rich?

Because of the few authors who have gone on to be millionaires, there is a serious misconception about how wealthy writers are. If you’re not wealthy (sold a bazillion books or have been contracted for six-figures for four consecutive books) you therefore must not be a good writer. Your books must suck. Clearly you should keep your soul-sucking day job and give up.

So most of us are faking how “successful” we are.

I’ll be honest with you, I feel the shifts and changes in the economy more as a full-time writer, than I ever did at a soul-sucking day job. Two years ago I was making enough money as a self-published writer that I was able to support me and my husband while he was going through getting certified and trained for a whole new career. It was amazing and thrilling and terrifying because I knew at any moment it could all change. And it did. Now my husband is supporting me while I wait for the pendulum to swing back in my direction. And believe me, I wasn’t in a place of privilage to quit a day job to be a full-time writer. The economy hit the business I was employed through and I was laid off. So I hit the self-publishing ground running. But because things have changed, does that mean I’m not a successful writer? No. I don’t think so. And things can (and hopefully will) change again. But I don’t talk about it because a lot of people judge you if you’re not making beaucoup bucks.

I mean, I cannot tell you how many people ask me how much money I make as a writer. I don’t know if this is true of all writing professions because I’ve only ever been a novelist, but never before has anyone asked me “How much do you make?” after asking me what my job was. I’ve had many jobs, some paid very well and some not, but if my answer to the question was “waitress” or “writing tutor” or “claims adjuster” the follow up question was never “How much do you make?” It was always “Do you like it?” or “Wow, that sounds (fill in the blank)” or “What made you go into that line of work?” I don’t know why people don’t respond like that now.

Now the conversation goes:

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a writer.”

“What kind?”

“A novelist.”

“Oh, have you published?”

“Yes, I self-publish. But I’m submitting other projects to be traditionally published so I can be a ‘hybrid author.'” Now, see what I did there? I gave them another topic to ask about, hybrid authors, the idea that I have more than one project out there. But 99% of the time the next question is:

“How much do you make?” or “Do you make a lot of money that way?”

Maybe that’s not strange to everyone, but it is to me. That’s super personal to me. The only other time someone’s asked about my income is when they might have been considering entering the same field. I get that, I do. But to just want to know how much money someone makes is strange and intrusive to me.

If I’m honest and say, “It’s up and down, some months are better than others.” I often get an awkward smile, a sniff, and a nod followed by a thick silence. And don’t get me started on the “real job” comments. But if I say something like, “Oh, yes, I don’t need to have a day job so that’s nice,” they often blink at me, their eyes go wide and they say, “Wow, that’s amazing. So how much do you make?” Yep, they ask again. I don’t answer that because it’s none of their business.

The only time someone asked me without sounding intrusive was my doctor who, instead of asking me how much I make, he asked, “And are those books selling?” I said simply, “Yes.” And he said, “Good! Don’t want to do all that work and not get paid!” He had no idea how much I make, he just cared that I was getting paid for work. It was refreshing.

People who aren’t in this world don’t realize that it isn’t common to sell tens of thousands of copies of your book every month, that’s actually incredible and can take time. Even those authors often have another series the masses never realized was out there because it didn’t do as well as the one that finally hit the NYT Best Seller lists. They don’t know that if you sell a few hundred a month then you’re actually beating out a huge percentage of authors because there are thousands of us out there, especially with the self-pub evolution.

And speaking as a self-published writer, I can tell you that it takes a lot of money to invest in this venture. But people don’t look at that investment the same way as investing in any other start up, but that’s what we’re doing. I started self-publishing when I realized there was a chance I was going to be laid off, while I still had some income coming in. Because as a self-publisher you have to pay for editing, cover art, and formatting if you don’t know how to do those things on your own. And believe me, I’ve learned a lot of it to off-set so much up-front costs. And it will take time for a book to pay out that up-front cost before you start to make a profit.

So no, not all of us are millionaires. Some of us are struggling even as we’re building a fan base. Some of us did great last year only to do just okay this year. And every day some of us are thinking, “If things don’t change, I’ll have to cut back on writing and get a day job.” Some do well enough to contribute to the household income while another member goes to work 40-50 hours a week. And some of us are writing in the wee small hours of the morning before rushing off to a day job, dreaming of the day we’ll be able to quit because the writing is finally paying out.

But you know what? If someone makes $10 a month on their writing or $10,000, it’s no one else’s business. But the bottom line is this: writing is hard work and if you want to consume the product of that hard work, you have to pay for it, whatever the dollar amount is, or check it out from the library. And it shouldn’t bother you if the author is rich or poor. But if author can’t support themselves with their craft, they may stop writing and, if you’re a fan, that should make you care and want to support the author.

NaNo’s over. Now what?

I’m up on the Spellbound Scribes’ Blog today talking about what comes after NaNoWriMo.

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Well, hello my darlings! Welcome back, I hope you had a wonderful holiday and not too many of you died to become a Tale of Black Friday. I do hope some of you participated in Small Business Saturday – and remember, you can keep that up just by buying books because authors are small businesses. Even if our books are sold on big retailers, we ourselves are small businesses. Like me, my royalties pay my bills, allow me to hire my editor, Cassie, who is an independent editor, and allows me to pay my proof reader, and to pay my cover artist. See? Me plus three people, that’s a small business.

Before I dive into the crux of this post I’d like to say “Welcome!” to our newest Scribe, Brian O’conor, and tell him what a fantastic job he did with his first post. If you have read it yet…

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