Oh, the Time, She Flies
Mar. 13th, 2012 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorseI don't believe I've ever had a year that went by as fast as this one. There's just so much going on, in so many different directions.
Maybe what I need is a day off. A week. A month.
In another universe, maybe.
The Kickstarter is funded! Yayyyys! Now we're in bonus territory. Being funded means the project is on, backers will get their rewards, but the April 9th deadline is still there. We can keep going and see how far we take it (Pooka wants acupuncture. For that, the project needs $5000 or more. I will obviously have to offer something a little different for backers). We've already hit the "Ponies in Space" threshold, which means a totally new story just for the backers. Another $400 and change, and backers get to be part of the process of building said story. Go past that and we're looking at another story. And then...
But let's keep our eyes on the prize in the foreground for now. It's been an amazing emotional rollercoaster. Once we hit 100%, we all took a deep breath. It's on. It's happening. Whew!
People are pretty awesome when you think about it. I'm loving the directness of this, and the sense that rather than writing for an anonymous Market, I'm writing for actual real people who interact and comment and squee right along with me.
And speaking of that, she said in a segue worthy of an eight-horse across-the-arena half pass in passage in the Winter Riding Hall in Vienna, I spent the weekend at the Tucson Festival of Books. It is Huge. It is massive. It is amazing. Over 100,000 people came (and the numbers were up from the year before) to celebrate reading and writing and just generally being in Tucson. I did panels on high fantasy and on steampunk, did signings, talked to old friends and new. Wandered around and wondered at the crowds and the books and the music and the food and the excitement. Lots and lots and lots of kids, from babies to nearly grown readers and writers and scientists and artists. $150,000 went to literacy programs locally, from the festival--and that was just one of the many things they did or supported.
That was a Good Thing. Fourth annual. Fifth already in the works. I'm looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, back at the Fat White Pony farm, we celebrate a rather lovely, not too hot yet, not too cold, just-right spring. Hormones are running, bunnies are hopping, and there was a great blue heron perched in the cottonwood one afternoon. It's a pleasant breather before we leap into the furnace that people around here call summer--and also, before that, a collection of Camps and guests and visits and Herd Yoga and S-lessons and other delights. Plus, of course, as many words as I can persuade to come running when I call their names. (Words, like cats, prefer to believe that it's all their idea.)
Maybe what I need is a day off. A week. A month.
In another universe, maybe.
The Kickstarter is funded! Yayyyys! Now we're in bonus territory. Being funded means the project is on, backers will get their rewards, but the April 9th deadline is still there. We can keep going and see how far we take it (Pooka wants acupuncture. For that, the project needs $5000 or more. I will obviously have to offer something a little different for backers). We've already hit the "Ponies in Space" threshold, which means a totally new story just for the backers. Another $400 and change, and backers get to be part of the process of building said story. Go past that and we're looking at another story. And then...
But let's keep our eyes on the prize in the foreground for now. It's been an amazing emotional rollercoaster. Once we hit 100%, we all took a deep breath. It's on. It's happening. Whew!
People are pretty awesome when you think about it. I'm loving the directness of this, and the sense that rather than writing for an anonymous Market, I'm writing for actual real people who interact and comment and squee right along with me.
And speaking of that, she said in a segue worthy of an eight-horse across-the-arena half pass in passage in the Winter Riding Hall in Vienna, I spent the weekend at the Tucson Festival of Books. It is Huge. It is massive. It is amazing. Over 100,000 people came (and the numbers were up from the year before) to celebrate reading and writing and just generally being in Tucson. I did panels on high fantasy and on steampunk, did signings, talked to old friends and new. Wandered around and wondered at the crowds and the books and the music and the food and the excitement. Lots and lots and lots of kids, from babies to nearly grown readers and writers and scientists and artists. $150,000 went to literacy programs locally, from the festival--and that was just one of the many things they did or supported.
That was a Good Thing. Fourth annual. Fifth already in the works. I'm looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, back at the Fat White Pony farm, we celebrate a rather lovely, not too hot yet, not too cold, just-right spring. Hormones are running, bunnies are hopping, and there was a great blue heron perched in the cottonwood one afternoon. It's a pleasant breather before we leap into the furnace that people around here call summer--and also, before that, a collection of Camps and guests and visits and Herd Yoga and S-lessons and other delights. Plus, of course, as many words as I can persuade to come running when I call their names. (Words, like cats, prefer to believe that it's all their idea.)
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Date: 2012-03-13 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-13 08:52 pm (UTC)It's a big relief. We can do this! It will be a book!
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Date: 2012-03-13 09:25 pm (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2012-03-13 09:31 pm (UTC)I wasn't there all day either day. Had to squeeze it in between horse feedings. Next time I would seriously consider staying in town Saturday night. The biggest down side for me was the exhaustion of juggling farm and Writer Event, plus the two-hour round trip each day. As a result I couldn't attend any other sessions, or do more than run around quickly before and after the sessions.
Now I know. Will fix in future.
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Date: 2012-03-13 10:30 pm (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:17 am (UTC)They *are*, aren't they? Given half a chance, they are.
I'm loving the directness of this, and the sense that rather than writing for an anonymous Market, I'm writing for actual real people who interact and comment and squee right along with me.
Yes! Yeah, I think that's one of the huge things about crowdfunding for me, is knowing we're all in it together! I love it! *dances you*!
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Date: 2012-03-14 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 07:07 pm (UTC)Yep.
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:09 pm (UTC)This takes down the wall. It changes the whole dynamic.
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:25 am (UTC)I have often thought that 'long about February we need a week, say, between February 15 and February 16, that isn't in the calendar and doesn't put mileage on the body parts... Then maybe one could meet Spring with enough momentum.