For those of who are used to publishing, the rule is "money flows to the author", and yet in this world of overflowing cultural goods (see last blog), an author may need to do her own publicity, work on spec, or even give things away. How odd then that I created a book as a gift.
I wrote 'Modern Poems of Pennsic' with no expectation of getting paid.
The book is a collection of 170 poems that try to capture the Pennsic War that occurs every year with the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). Pennsic is an event that is as famous as WorldCon & Burning Man. The difference between Pennsic and those other events is that I was lucky enough to discover this intoxicating Brigadoon long before most others. I have been attending Pennsic since it and I were young.
So I've written all these poems, and they are: snapshots, reminiscences, memoirs, no s--t stories, and they are full of: pavillions, courtship, knights & maidens, armor & fighting, exotic foods, rare sights, smiles, sighs, and old friends. Would you care to visit? It's free. Just click the button.
This book is a gift to the person I was thirty-five years ago, and to anyone who might care to share that worldview. The SCA is a different world that is sometimes difficult to reconcile with everyday life. In fact, this is probably the most escapist literature I've ever written.
Because every one needs to get away now and then.