Now that I’ve begun the fourth book in the MG,SaC series and I’m about ready to e-publish the third book, The Hidden City of Atalantis, the need has arisen to re-write certain parts of the previous two books. So far, only minor revisions will be undertaken such as in the first book when Gaia mentions to Chronos that it’s odd for Hera and Zeus to be fated as the future Queen and King of the pantheon when it’s Hera and Hades who are the smartest of the lot. The text will be altered to, “Demeter and Hades are the brightest of the six.” This will be done because Demeter, in the second book and especially the third book, has been elevated to Hades’ peer in science and engineering. Her character has distinctly evolved during the writing of the subsequent books, and so has that of Hades.
The past few weeks I’ve been busy with the business of writing which exists even for writers who have few readers. Though I suppose if a writer just wrote and never made the least effort to publish the business of writing wouldn’t exist for him or her. But for a wannabe writer (wanting to have lots of readers) the business of writing does lurk and loom from time to time.
The third book in the Mighty Gods series is soon to be published. I just need to settle on titles for my chapters (my favorite editor has supplied some), re-read the instructions for uploading the text and cover, write a reader magnet of a synopsis for the Amazon page, and begin some kind of advertising campaign. I’ve also begun work on the fourth book. Working on that book I do enjoy, partly because it shields me from burdensome toil of publishing and promoting MG3.
Lately, I’m feeling a compelling urge to finish writing all the stories rambling around in my head because I’m feeling as old as a pair of Beatle boots. I owned a pair. I bought them at the Flagg Brothers shoe store in Oakland where all the hondo’s shopped. The point of this half of this posting has just vanished. Two weeks ago I read an article about a famous writer whose talent and abilities considerably diminished in her old age – can’t remember her name, can’t find the article again. A Googling of the question, “Writers whose talent diminished in their later years” didn’t help, but oddly enough, the Wikipedia entry for “late bloomers” was listed and it sounded hopeful. It’s a sign, I’m sure.
Oh, about the photo: One of my favorite ways of viewing a blue sky is through the branches and leaves of a tree. Obviously, there can’t be too many leaves on the tree so it’s in the Southern Californian version of winter (which for most years is just a milder version of our summers) that I get the best views like this one taken from the balcony of my apartment.
Linnea Dayton, Chris Miles, Ed Roxburgh, and Atalanta not Atlantis
My favorite editor, Linnea Dayton, and I are almost finished with the text of the third book in the Mighty Gods, Small as Cherubs series. She was even able to produce a cover for the third book: a need that came about because my cousin, Chris Miles, didn’t have time to do a unique one but kindly gave us permission to use his artwork for the new book. He is a fine artist and what I’ve come to learn is that fine artists seemingly avoid doing illustration and I am guessing that the reason is that illustration takes as much time as serious art, and maybe also because art critics judge artists who do illustration as less than real artists.
Ed Roxburgh is another fine artist I know. He is a close and longtime friend and it was because of him that Tonton Jim dared to write again and it was because of Linnea and him that Tonton Jim was ever published – the two books in the Hound’s Glenn series.
Any-o-hoo, my new book is sub-titled: The Hidden City of Atalantis, and that’s not a misspelling of the fictional island/nation of Atlantis. In my story the cherubs name their city after the original wild child of Greek myth, Atalanta. While writing the story my motivation wasn’t to retell the Atlantis myth, and while MG2 ended with a bang – the eruption that created the La Garita Caldera – and MG3 leads up to the destruction of the Minoan civilization by the eruption of the volcano on the island of Thera (now Santorini), MG4 – and to a lesser extent, MG3 – was written more to explore the admittedly useless line of inquiry of how this situation would play out: A city of mortals ruled by benevolent gods. Maybe if instead of well intentioned gods the mortals were ruled by benevolent A.I., then the author could possibly claim a usefulness beyond mere entertainment. But I’d happily settle for mere entertainment and I’d be content if my readers are and will be simply entertained.