One more sleep…

THE ERENWINE RELEASE POSTER WITH REVIEWS (1)

 

The Erenwine Agenda will be available for you to read tomorrow!

For those who have asked:

  • It is available to pre-order now. Pre-ordering counts toward first-day sales figures.
  • It is available on Kindle. As part of the Kindle Unlimited program, I will be paid half a cent (yes) per page you read. So please read to the end and tell everyone to read it too!
  • You can read Kindle on pretty much any device these days including smartphones, laptops, etc. Just need to download the Kindle app.
  • This is the first edition. There will be a second edition in the fall, designed by the multi-talented Lori Dalvi, and it will be a print edition available through distributor Ingram.
  • Yes, this took a long time. Six years! It seems like it happened quickly to those who’ve joined the conversation recently, but – not really. It’s been a long and slow process that has had to do with:
  • researching;
  • writing;
  • editing;
  • connecting with the right people to help it launch;
  • me being personally ready to launch it, and;
  • the world being ready to receive it.

If you enjoy this book, please do put up a starred review on both Amazon and Goodreads. There is an alchemical mix between the algorithms of the two sites that only a few people understand!

Much love to all who follow,

Maia

www.maiakumarigilman.com

www.aseiarts.com

What’s Working Well?

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What’s working well?
This has been coming up a lot lately.
I just answered a similar question on the Facebook page of the lovely Kate Northrup and found it helpful to think about, so I am sharing my answer here, too. Partly to shine a light on her good work and also to hold myself accountable. Here is my answer:
“I came up with 4 things for 4 areas of my life, where 20% (or less, really) result in 80% of results:
1. Work: give clients 3 graphic options to choose from (I’m an architect by profession);
2. Creative (I’m a writer too): lay out my morning writing project material the night before;
3. Household/Kids: plan the night before…!;
4. Personal: stick with my sacred 15 min meditation + 30 min sun salutations every morning before anyone else in the household is awake.
Super payoffs!”
What’s working well in your world?
Maia
p.s. The image above is from organizational work on my about-to-be published novel, with thanks to Stuart Horwitz and his amazing book-plotting method called Book Architecture.
p.p.s. Posting this from sheer appreciation and nothing else.

I’ve been painting…

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I’ve been painting, a lot. Abstract, colorful, acrylic, mixed media, collage…having an incredible amount of fun. Painting opens the door to writing, which helps me to summarize architecture, space, and design…and the human experience of those aspects of living. In between kids off to school bus pick up and getting ready for my day, these thoughts bubbled up and I decided to share them with you. Below are my three “truths” (personal to me, maybe they resonate with you) in painting, so far, to date.

  1. Being done is a matter of deciding when to stop, and then stopping – there will always be more marks you *could* make; 
  2. every mark is a form of your own inner self-expression, no matter how random it may appear be (thank you Mom for that one); 
  3. there are no mistakes (corollary to the previous truth).
The above image is of work in progress – 10″x 10″ canvases in a grid formation, mixed media. Stay tuned to see how they turn out! I am posting art-journeying on Instagram. More painting to come, and writing, and buildings in renovation and design.
Enjoy your creative day!
-Maia

Draft your Novel in a Day

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Otherwise titled: Draft MY Novel in a Day, because what works for one person might work differently for another. So, take from this what you find helpful and leave the rest for the next person.

Yesterday I felt complete and satisfied with my first novel, and after about 12-14 drafts, submitted it to a visionary fiction publisher. It’s not the first time I’ve submitted the WIP to an agent or publisher, but it IS the first time I’ve submitted this draft. To me, that feels fresh and real and new. And done, for now.

Today, I’m collecting all the notes from my research, outlining and vignette-jotting for my second novel. I’ve decided that by the end of today, I will have a working document that becomes a grid I can fill in over the next few months of first-draft writing. It’s how I planned my first novel, how I planned my wedding, how I plan trips…the one day blitz. And then I enjoy a few more months or years of filling in the details as they flow. It’s not a pantser or plotter perspective. I learned a new label last night: lumper. Lumper versus splitter. Kind of like generalist versus specialist. Today, I lump it all together!

Stay tuned. First novel has a focus on hydraulic fracturing, second novel has a focus on medical marijuana. Of course I always ask myself (and ask of readers): is that what it’s really about? Or is it about something else?

You’ll have to read to find out.

Happy Sunday lumping/planning/generalizing,

Maia

www.maiakumarigilman.com

 

Dear Julia

Dear Julia,

We met many years ago at the New York Open Center. I wonder if you remember me. I remember you. We spoke no words; we made eye contact with each other every week in a bright and silent corridor.

I sat near your classroom while I waited for my own class to begin. My classmates and teachers had not yet arrived and I sat on a bench in the hallway upstairs, adjacent to your teaching space. Your class was scheduled to begin before mine. I was early every week. And every week, I sat on the bench and contemplated the surroundings, watched the students, thought about the day, thought about the class I was registered to take, and thought about nothing. It became an empty, happy space, my mind, and the corridor around me. Sometimes I would get up to use the bathroom. Sometimes I would go into the meditation room. Usually, I sat on the bench.

And then you arrived. Stairs? Elevator? I don’t remember, even though I sat near both. You breezed in with  an energy density that was radiant and serene and pulsing. Sometimes you seemed more tired than I expected. Expected why? Because the person who wrote The Artist’s Way shouldn’t be tired? I let go of that conception.

I looked forward to our visits. Every time, we made a long, slow eye contact, and we smiled. Every week. It was what I came for. I gained more from those encounters than I did within my class. I left my own class early every night to catch the train back to New Jersey, and I was still tired the next day. Late nights don’t suit me. Perhaps they didn’t suit you, either.

What did I gain, and what did we share? What did you feel? What did I feel? There was an acknowledgement of commonality, a connectedness of spirit. Always, there was that. Did you feel that? That I felt it is what matters to me.

A knowing smile. You had that, in the corridor, every week, and I felt it too. A pursed lip, contended mouth, curled up at the corners: an “I see you” smile. One  that transmits out through the eyes. That’s your smile, to me. It didn’t matter what you taught in the class, not to me, not those nights. We met in the corridor and never spoke a word. Every week. Week after week. A knowing smile, a connectedness, a something intangible, shared. A weekly recognition of the light within, the artist’s way.

They were moments of grace in the hallway, and I’m happy to have known you in that way, back then.

With love,

Maia