Maddie’s Musings 5/16
Well well well, we meet again.
Yeah, you thought I was gonna bow out for the week. Consistency is most assuredly not my middle name and I think we all know that.
Well, I’ll have you know I’m totally sticking to this.
Admittedly, I don’t have much to report so I don’t see this becoming a very long newsletter but hell or high water, I’m putting this damn thing out. But, considering I do not exactly have a sprawling audience and nobody’s waiting by their computers for the notification, I feel I reserve the right to be a bit loose with my deadline. Sue me. No, genuinely sue me. At least I’ll have the validation that someone cares.
Owing to my somewhat my delay, I have been a bit caught up in moving. I officially now live in Savannah!!! In a century old hobbit hole but still. I’ll take it.
I have two cats neighbors that keep trying to break into my apartment, there was a homeless man curled up on my porch this morning, and as of yesterday, my phone does not have the ability to call anyone partially because it’s a long lost relic (iPhone 11) and partially because the Verizon network in my area decided to randomly die and they have yet to fix it.
Either way, I’m having a very whimsical time. You can tell who the tourists are, you can tell who the SCAD folks are, and you can tell who the locals are. There’s always something happening (I accidentally walked into the middle of a marathon this morning), everything’s old and eccentric, and everyone smokes cigarettes here. I had assumed we left that back in the 2008 recession but considering gas prices, I honestly don’t blame anyone.
A gentleman randomly came and sat down across from me yesterday at an outside coffee shop table I was sitting at and proceeded to talk my ear off about the Marvel superhero, Black Bolt. I thought he was saying Black ‘Boat’ for most of this conversation so I was a bit confused but I put two and two together by the end when he finally showed me a picture on his phone.
Miles was a very dapper chap, dressed to the nines for no particular reason. He was from Chicago and described the difference between Chicago and Savannah as, ‘in Chicago, they’re foxes nibbling you from the ankles up and you don’t notice until they get to your chin. In Savannah, they’re wolves that go straight for the face.’
I’m still not sure what to do with that information but it certainly made my Friday night far more interesting. And I guess I now know to be on the lookout for wolves.
By way of books, I’m pleased to say I’ve commissioned an artist to draw me a cover for The Eternal, which I think I’ll be releasing early June sometime. I’ll keep you updated. As of this day (May 16, 2026), The Eternal will probably be my self-publishing guinea pig. I don’t expect results. I tried to do the Tik Tok marketing thing, can’t say it’s for me. I’m just so far outside of my element, I feel like a goldfish trying to ski.
So I’m not sure I’ll continue my efforts. Or perhaps I will but on a strictly low interest basis. I’ll have to think up other methods to market my poor little book. Preferably less performative methods that don’t make me feel like an amateurish moron begging for scraps from strangers.
Both Kriegsmarinaut and Untouchable are coming along nicely. I’m hitting about a chapter a week for both, typically more but I’ve been a bit scattered lately (Savannah, yo), but I’ll get back into my routine eventually. I just have to build my dresser first. My room is full of cardboard.
I found a lovely, bohemian little coffee shop a few blocks over that I’m excited to write in. Actually, I’m writing in it now. So far so good. It sells wine as well as coffee.
That’s about all I have to report. Nothing that’ll make you jump out of your seat. Until next time.
Cheers!
