Author Archives: Tara Maya
Author Archives: Tara Maya
“There are some words that I just don’t like, and some words that I absolutely hate with a hatred usually reserved for use by totalitarian dictators considering their political enemies.”
Scott G. F. Bailey
six words for a hat: I dropped my cigarette to the floor: “to write, to move forward, is to make irrevocable choices that narrow the possibilities and reduce and dispel the mysteries and magic of the story. So it seems like, for every word I add to this, the story becomes less than it could be. And that disappoints me somehow. It could have been anything, but it’s just what it is instead.”
I have a date for the release of The Unfinished Song: Taboo!
It will be available for sale on Monday, March 28.
*Tara does her happy dance*
UPDATE: Good news, Nookers! Both books will be available for the Nook very soon.
A big thanks to my tech team for helping me with this even though it was three am in your time zone. 😀
Those of you who would like a print version of Taboo will have to wait a little longer, I fear. There will be a trade paperback edition, but not immediately. In the near term, we are going to concentrate on getting the ebook to all the available platforms, and for all ereaders.
There was an Author’s Note that was going to be included at the end of Taboo, but at the last minute, I feared I had brought up too many spoilers, so I decided to bump it to the Author’s Note at the end of Sacrifice (Book 3) instead.
I am preparing review copies for those who are interested, and also compiling a list of all those who asked me previously if Initiate was available for the Nook.
“This is the first lesson you need to learn about magic, and about life. We all live in the same world, but we each see it differently.” –Brena, in The Unfinished Song: Taboo
“Stories may have individual themes, such as ‘there is no honor among thieves’ or ‘slow and steady wins the race.’ But underneath all stories, no matter what their intentional theme may be, there lies another message–a universal message.
…A cemetery tells us just one thing. And it does not whisper this truth, but shouts it. The dead tell us this: we are all the same.
This simple sentence, we are all the same, is the Golden Theme that all stories express.
I think Brian McDonald illuminates theme exquisitely in his book. I remember reading on his blog a post he wrote, also about theme, in which he said that not all stories have themes, but all great stories have a theme. If there is a story that seems to have all the other elements of a good story–character, mood, plot, worldbuilding, style, yet still falls flat, chances are, it is lacking a theme. (I believe he used some M. Night Shyamalan movies as an example, and I completely agreed with his analysis; it explained to me exactly why I felt something was “missing” from a story I should have loved, but couldn’t.)
I do think about theme a great deal as I write a story, and Initiate and Taboo, the first two books of The Unfinished Song, have themes which I think of as being complementary. The theme running through Initiate was self-sabatoge. There are a number of characters who seem to be suffering problems imposed on them from other people; but if you look more closely, you will see that they are actually causing themselves more grief than any outside force ever could. In Taboo, however, the theme is reversed. (I like reversals.) Several characters have problems they seem to be causing themselves, by violating taboos, but which actually call into question the validity of the law itself.
Nonetheless, I don’t think we always find our themes. Sometimes our themes find us. As I was going over my edits, I noticed the above sentence, in a rather functional (“infodump”) scene where the Tavaedi Initiates are leaning the rules of magic. I realized it is an underlying theme of the entire series, not one I planned, exactly, but one that flows naturally out of the structure of the world I created.
The night before last, I had a dream of climbing a mountain. Near the top, where it was icy and rocky, I was attacked by wolves. They chased me up a tall pile of rocks. I clung to the top while they snarled below, snapping at my feet. Then last night, I dreamt I was chased into a mausoleum by cannibals. Again with teeth-gnashing and ankle-snapping.
On a completely related note, I’ve been scrambling to finish my edits for Taboo. (While also writing the first draft of a research paper for school.)
I love most parts of writing. This particular stage of edits, though, is, shall we say, not my favorite part of the job. These are the kinds of corrections that my editor can find, but only I can correct. My editor can correct the mistake where I’ve accidentally used “to” instead of “too” or forgotten the second ‘had’ in the past perfect tense. But what if I’ve said in one part of the scene that it’s late at night, but later refer to the position of the sun in the sky? I’m the one who has to make up my mind whether it’s day or night!
The real reason I hate this stage though is that never does my own wordage appear so ugly to me as when I am trying to polish it. Every sentence emits the foul odor of cliche, unclarity, or just plain blah-bland-yuck. Would I actually, factually prefer to scrub dishes?
Well, let’s not go THAT far.
The good news is that at least the edits are almost done, and Taboo WILL be available this month, probably next week, depending on how long formatting and uploading and review in Amazon takes. And Nook users, I will not forget you.
Ugh. Edits. Sorry for the rant.
Here’s a sneak peek at the chapters of Taboo!