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Off the leash

The new manuscript has officially been turned in (again). Which means I’ve been off the literary leash, or at least away from my writing desk.

The first getaway was a hike to the top of Choteau Mountain on the Rocky Mountain Front. After seven miles and 3,300 feet of elevation gain, we had to turn back a mere 40 feet from the summit. Too much exposure. To much wind. No ropes. And an unsigned life insurance policy sitting on my desk…

The second getaway was a jaunt down to Cody, Wyoming, for an event at the Park County Library. The library gig was in conjunction with this weekend’s dedication and grand opening of the Interpretive Learning Center at Heart Mountain.

A particularly stirring moment was a shared talk by former internee (and former US Transportation Secretary) Norman Mineta and retired US Senator, Alan Simpson. The two first met as 12-year-olds in 1943, when they were boy scouts—Simpson on the outside, Mineta behind barbed wire.

And while I’m playing catch up, I should mention that Latvian rights to HOTEL have just been sold. Total languages: 30. Pig Latin, anyone? 

Also, here’s a recent interview with fellow writer, Patti Murphy.

Goodnight. We’ll talk again in the morning.


Lost in Storyland

I need some sort of bloggy Gond Fishin' sign since I'm busily writing at the moment.

Yes, I had a lovely time in Colorado with the fine folks at the Avon Library. Yes, it was delightful to see my agent who happens to be based out of Denver (though she's in NYC for the next six weeks).

But aside from that we'll catch up later in the week, I promise.

So in the meantime, "Tawk amongst yourselves."

Or if you're so inclined, here's a recent interview I did for the Rishing Stars thing over at Amazon.co.uk.



Looking forward to a blissfully boring weekend (for a change)

I missed a book event this week, something I had not done in 100+ scheduled appearances. It was a library gig not far from my home, and yes, it was a balmy -19° outside, but that wouldn’t stop me. What stopped me was being in the hospital with Leesha when a fairly routine surgery went a little (okay a lot) wonky.

Everyone is A-OK now, and I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say I watch far too much House for my own good. When someone at the hospital said, “We’re going to run a CT-scan to rule out a pulmonary embolism,” my heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, the scan was clear and now there’s a chair in room 707 with my footprints on the fabric from me doing a happy-dance upon hearing such good news.


In other, non-surgical areas of my life, Albania has picked up rights to HOTEL, while nice offers on the new book have come in from publishers in Norway, Australia/New Zealand, and Italy. Fears that I might be a one-trick pony have abated and carefully replaced with writerly insecurities that I might now be a two-trick pony.

Also, for those that care about such things, my eBook sales have gone crazy as of late—apparently with little ill-effect on actual book sales. If fact my good ol’ fashioned analog sales have gone up as well. Strange days, indeed.

And in other news—actual news. Ron from Amelia Island sent this photo from our adventures with early morning interviews in Jacksonville. It's hard to speak intelligently so early in the AM. I faked it as best I could.

Okay, I’m off to make blueberry pancakes.


Book travel: Daytona 500 Edition

NASCAR is alien to me. Yes, I’ve been to stock car races, seen some nasty crashes, seen some nasty hangover-of-the-year candidates (not me, but those around me), but I still don’t quite get it. I understand it’s all about the subtleties—of machine, crew, driver, etc. But in the end, all I see are blurs of logos.

Then again, maybe I’m less enchanted since there was not a rental car available for fifty miles upon landing in Jacksonville, because while I’m up north for the Amelia Island Book Festival, down yonder is the Daytona 500. Yes, that Daytona 500—where Dale Earnhardt hit the wall. It’s practically the Vatican of NASCAR.

Yet, I’m up here talking about books.

(Did I mention I recently did not one, but TWO book events on SuperBowl Sunday? I’m detecting a theme here…)

In addition to tomorrow evening’s speaking gig, I’m looking forward to meeting Susan Vreeland, since we both share the same editor. I met her for all of two seconds in Jefferson, Texas, but alas, I was late, I was late, for a very important date, and had to don a rabbit costume and dash out the door. Seriously.

In other happenings, I just finished a guest review of Kyung-Sook Shin’s heartbreaking novel, Please Look After Mom. It’ll be out in April, and you should read it. Then call your mother immediately.

Also, cover designs on the new book have begun in earnest. I’ll share when I can.

And the roses I sent to Leesha for Valentine’s Day (since I was en route to Fort Myers) arrived a day late.

Cupid is so fired.



And lest I forget, here's a lively back & forth interview with Heidi Durrow, author of