Yes, I’ve subjected this blog to a shameful degree of neglect this summer. Here’s what I’ve been working on:
That’s right, kids. I’m about an eyelash away from being ready to publish Greetings from Coldwater. I’m anticipating a fall release on the Kindle version and — God willing — a paperback edition in time for Christmas. I shot the trailer above on and around Route 66 in New Mexico last spring, and I’ve been dinking with the novel ever since we got back.
When I started this project, I swore I wouldn’t self-publish, but the publishing industry has changed so much since then that self-publishing now requires less financial risk and far less annoyance than shopping a manuscript. I can go through Amazon to self-publish electronic and paperback editions without spending a dime. All I’m out is time — and less of it than I’d spend writing queries and copying manuscripts and standing in line at the post office to send them to people who may not bother reading them anyway. A big publishing house could probably sell more copies, but I don’t have the patience to read a thousand rejection slips before I find the right publisher. If some big-deal publisher reads it and likes it, we’ll talk.
I’ve spent most of the past 24 hours formatting the manuscript to Amazon’s specs, designing a cover, reskinning TumbleweedMotel.com, printing a proof, and uploading the trailer to YouTube.
I’ve also been busy drawing illustrations for the past couple of weeks:
Watch this space. I’ll keep you posted on the process and all the stuff I learn as I go.
This is awesome.
On an unrelated note, here’s Day 2 of my giving-things-up-for-Lent project:
I bought this by mistake at the dollar store, forgetting I’d already bought the frame I needed for a picture I wanted to hang up. I don’t have anything else this size that needs to be framed, but I bet somebody else does. Into the giveaway box it goes.
Love the way their voices work together.
I know it’s old, but this video makes me laugh harder every time I watch it.
I’m still trying to figure out where she found a cat that isn’t terrified of the vacuum cleaner. Walter hides under the bed every time we get ours out. He doesn’t even like for me to use the Dustbuster. And God help you if you try to put some kind of clothing on him.
Anyway. Cat in a shark costume, riding a Roomba. Get into it.
I basically accomplished nothing today, unless you count taking the station wagon to the shop (reverse gear has ceased to work, so I suspect we’re going to be replacing a transmission), having a snack and a couple of craft beers at the local microbrewery, and sleeping more than a grownup really should.
Oh, well. We had a nice evening. I might cap it off with an episode of Doctor Who and a bag of popcorn with olive oil and green chile powder. Unless I fall asleep first.
On a completely unrelated note, this will never not be funny:
Hope your day was good.
I’ve been too busy covering a murder trial this week to blog. Here’s a BBC recording of an entire Joni Mitchell concert from 1970 to make it up to you.
I was thinking about Rosanne Cash last week when Ron and I visited Johnny Cash’s childhood home in Dyess, Ark., on our way down to Memphis. I like this song a lot. First time I heard it was on a Peter, Paul and Mary tape I bought in high school. This is a pretty version.