Showing posts with label crowdfunding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crowdfunding. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

A Book is Born: Presenting Tatterdemalion!

Dear friends and wild hearts, 

I have a glorious thing to tell you this Imbolc morning.

Today, a Book is Born! 

<<Books here! >>

(For the very eager among you, look no further than the image above and click through for your book!)


It is a book many years in the making, a collaboration between myself and the extraordinary artist Rima Staines. 


Come, follow us down the lane and through the hedge... 


... along the path all damp with the humus of leaves...


... between the gnarled old oaks whose branches are roots and whose roots are branches....


...and far out across the fields you know...


There, beyond the waters of the rain-made well, speaking the tongues of the Wild Folk, lives our magical book. 

It is called Tatterdemalion, and it is being published by Unbound. This means the book depends directly on you, dear and blessed readers, to be birthed into this good world. 

If you are as excited as we are, you can cut to the chase and PRE-ORDER YOURS RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT, look no further. Click right here. You can always come back and finish reading my ramblings later. They aren't going anywhere. :-) 


Tatterdemalion began several years ago when one of Rima's beautiful paintings sparked a doorway in me, a doorway into another world that led me, wielding my pen, through thirteen more of her paintings, the result of which was a novel in fragments that, stitched together, creates a whole mythology.



Then, this past autumn, I at last had the pleasure and the privilege of visiting Rima (and Tom, and the Boy) on mythic Dartmoor. 


I slept in a bell tent in a cow field...


... and woke up to mist over stone barns, dreaming of horses and ships, thinking of old tales and hawthorn trees.


Tatterdemalion came with me (in spirit, in the way that books travel with their writers wherever they go, sometimes sitting up inside the soul and saying yes, this.) It seems the book wanted to visit the land of heather and gorse...


...of Bronze Age ruins and the great hills of bracken. To walk the old, old roads laid by ancestral hands five thousand years ago.

For Tatterdemalion is rooted equally in Old European folklore and a wildly reimagined Northern California a few centuries in the future. The book had lived and journeyed with me in the wilds of Point Reyes and the Sierra Nevada for several years, and it was time for it to absorb the old, old bone-deep wisdom of Dartmoor, of Rima's England. (For more on what the book is about, well, you'll just have to visit it's official page here!)

During this time I met with the wonderful folk of Unbound (at which point Tatterdemalion sat up inside me and said yes, this!), a publisher that is revolutionary in the sense that they put the fate of books directly into the hands of readers; they foster a community of readers that supports writers. In an increasingly corporatized publishing world, this is a breath of fresh air. It means that we walk this road together, author and readers, this old road of story shared between hearts.



So, practically speaking, what this means is that we have a crowdfunding campaign now up on Unbound's website, where you can pre-order a copy of the book (ebook, hardback, signed!), along with many other special things, including exclusive classes, prints, and tickets to a Hedgespoken launch party! And the sooner we reach our fundraising goal (the cost of printing the book), the sooner it will be in your hands!

This book was created with a deep and fierce love. It was written with all of my heart, through the doorways in Rima's revolutionary artwork. It is a great honor, and joy, to birth it into the world with your help.

On that note, if (once you go view the book itself and the accompanying film ) this rings bells in your heart, we would be so grateful if you shared it with any and all folk you think might feel the same!


We are ridiculously excited to be sharing this book with you; do come along and join us!

With Love,

Sylvia & Rima

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The One Year Anniversary of the Indigo Vat!

My heavens, the date actually passed me by entirely, so this is a slightly belated but no less enthusiastic note of gratitude to each and every soul who has wandered the deep blue vats, the thimbleberry thickets, the deer skins and elk bones and roseblossom tales of this blog over the last year, since it popped its head above the soil on May 15th of 2012. Magnificent webs of connection have already been spun in this single turning around the sun with individuals far and wide who trot through here and find something that stitches true in their own hearts. It is a pleasure and a joy to share my meanderings, my makings and my thoughts with you here, and I look forward to the web only widening with the morning sun of this coming year!

photo from the Bug Guide
A side note—the above furred wonder is a Western Tussock Moth caterpillar, muncher of coast live oak leaves. I just saw my very first one this Sunday, and it simply blew me away. I have been looking forward to sharing this discovery with you since then! It looked like a whimsical circus-being, some magical messenger of all Night Moths and their occult knowledge, of red stars and oak histories, utterly protected from bird predation, a yellow-spiked transforming wonder; apparently these caterpillars pull out their own hairs and use them as a part of their cocoons. This little one is a magic-bearer, it seems to me. A reminder that all of the wild is—the little and the big— bearing magic to our hearts, reminding us of our place in the family of things.

Blue lupine at the edge of the world, where the fog-bank rolls off the Pacific Ocean and up the steep hills of Mt. Tamalpais
Anyhow, one of the most exciting things to come out of this Indigo Vat for me has been the success of the Gray Fox Epistles, my Wild Tails by Mail project, in which I send subscribers, on each new moon, a retelling of an old myth, fairytale or folktale, rewilded and rerooted in the ecologies of the lands I call home—mixed fir forest, coast strand, chaparral, sagebrush, redwood forest, salty lagoon. These letters are beautifully hand-packaged, wax-sealed, with scraps of leaf and petal in them. I am truly inspired already by the community of ecology and myth lovers that has grown around this project, and it has only been three months!  I am also moved by the fact that the making of Art, both for the love of it and as a (partial) living, can be so straightforward—I write a tale, you ask to receive it in the mail in exchange for a small price, everybody goes away happy. No middle-people (though of course there is nothing wrong with a novel published by a press as well!). Only that it makes me happy that these avenues can exist together.


So in the spirit of this gratitude, and also with the desire to spread the word far and wide about the Gray Fox Epistles, so that this rerooting of old magic tales can drop its seeds further and further afield, I am offering a giveaway! If you share the word of this Gray Fox Epistles project (here is a link to the page with all the details, and another link to an essay I wrote for Dark Mountain on the subject, called Turning Our Fairytales Feral Again), on your blog, facebook, whatever— any kind of description you like!— and let me know in the comments section here, with a link, I will put all your names in a hat and draw one to receive a gift-package. This will include either a hand-felted infinity scarf/ headdress, naturally dyed...



or a set of 2 hand-felted tea-coasters... (depending on your preference)


plus a two-month subscription to the Gray Fox Epistles!


You have until June 1st, when I will draw the names and contact the "winner"!

May the little lemon-yellow birds of spring-summer sing sweet songs out the windows of your heart. Bless you all for stopping by!