Making Plans of Scribbles and Scrolls…

Thoughts here, please. I’m working away at setting up project and production goals for the year and I feel utterly torn. Do you have rathers?

1. I thought about setting up a subscription website with everything I have available—fiction, poetry, etc.—normally for sale available to subscribers. Say $5/mo.
2. I also thought about doing an email subscription fiction thing, like Bruce Holland does here.
3. I thought about hosting a quarterly fishbowl, where readers can prompt stories/poetry and read their own while I save the rest for submission or they can sponsor those stories for free publication.
4. I thought about doing a print books subscription thing like Dean Wesley Smith does here.
5. I thought about doing a web serial updating upon donations (don’t think I have the audience for that).

Do any of these appeal to you? Would you be interested in any of these?

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

And Stats Post Makes Three…

Been plugging away in Scrivener, but mostly on other pen name stuff. However, got some good work done on “Summercome,” trovia’s requested sports story.

2015/5500 words. 36.6% done.

And snippet:

She passed through the golden mist around her, cushioned by its rising. The vents were thick enough to skim but cold, so cold it bit into her slender bones, and she coughed when she breathed in the mist—Gods, we breathe you into us—then fell hard into the cold of rushing river.

She had done this before—so many times—so she dropped her feet and found purchase in the bed beneath the shallow waters, forcing herself to withstand the onslaught. She stood, grateful for the warmth of her clothes, for how close they clung to her body and light they hung.

Cold, so cold, but what did she care?

Keisleh pulled herself out and onto the bank, dripping wet from her hair, her skin, her clothes, but paid them no heed. She cried out to the All-Encompassing Wind, the mother goddess of the House of Watchers, lifting her arms and shouting exultantly.

“Gods, our covenant renew.”

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.