Wahoo! We have content!
Working on a trailer for this book before I launch the drive. I’m learning that video editing is finnicky, fiddly work. Very particular. I quite enjoy it. Exciting the things I’m learning to do. Once again, open-source software is my friend. Hardest thing I’ve had to do so far: record myself delivering a prepared statement.
Bonus result: I’ve got great material for a gag reel! So you’ve got that to look forward to! Should the background music be Polka, Klezmer or Mariachi?
"What?" you ask after opening your inbox. "What what what? An update from Beneath White Clouds? But it’s a dead project!" You stroke your chin in baffled wonder, girding your loins for the coming upheaval. "What is this?"
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See what I did there? Yep. Prose in second person. Just felt the urge to stretch that particular brain-muscle.
So hello one and all. I am writing this update to lay the groundwork for zombifying the heck out of this dead project. It’s voo-doo time! Why? Well, I started receiving some of the Inkshares and Quill projects I backed and they’re good, they’re outside the norm, they excite me, they have re-invigorated my interest in the idea of Inkshares. Bunch of paradigm-busting geeky punks.
I’ve heard it said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing twice but expecting different results. But who cares? I’m gonna do it again! I’m putting on my Quixote pants and revving up for another Inkshares drive! And this time, I have a plan!
What plan?
Well, I plan to run the crowdfunding campaign with a modicum of preparation. Prepare to talk. Prepare for outreach. Prep for updates. Prep for games, prizes, funstuff! Stuff what’s fun and cool. Or, as Rishi Bee once said, "fucool," which sounds like an insult, but assuredly is not.
I’ve got things to do to make this work. Groovy things. But groovin’ voodoo takes time. I tentatively expect to hit the go button on the new campaign in August-ish.
The purpose of this update is to ping my first-run followers. PING! I’m sounding the depths. Imagine you’re in a submarine, all cramped corridors and low-hanging conduits, creaking noises, the crushing weight of thousands of feet of water hanging like an obese lurgy of doom overhead. PING!
If you’re diggin’ on the notion of Beneath White Clouds charging ahead for a Quill or Inkshares publication, then PING back. By which I mean "like" this update.