Remember the King Crimson song, I Talk to the Wind? The line that says I’ve been here and I’ve been there and I’ve been in between?
Well, that’s been pretty much me for the last ten days or so.
Typically, July is a quiet month for me. Not this year though. While trying to squeeze in a few days taking in some theatre and a comedy festival, I’ve been in steady contact with Jane (my new editor) and Alison (my new publicist and coordinator of all things bookish).
There are times, I’ll admit, that coupled with other projects on the go (more on that later) it all seems a little overwhelming. And, late last night, I figured out why.
Have you ever been in a car driven way too fast? I have. While the expert driver I was riding with knew what he was doing, it was, to me a mind-numbing experience—complete sensory overload, in fact, with everything moving too fast to comprehend.
After General Store told me, just last week, they liked my book, it triggered, I believe, that same reaction of sensory overload. Why? Because I had given up on finding a publisher, that’s why. And I had already mapped out my own self-imposed, self-directed, self-publishing strategy.
What I’m really saying, I guess, is the pace of my self-directed strategy was somewhere between lethargic and glacial.
Now, thanks to Jane (who continues to surprise me not only with her efficient speed, but also the quality of her editing), we’ve already got 20% of the book edited. And, thanks to Alison, we’re planning media-outlet promotions and a whole bunch of other stuff.
Which reminds me, by the way, if you or your spouse, parent, sibling, best-friend, happens to do something, with books, at the Globe and Mail, New York Times, Amazon, Publisher’s Weekly or any other similar organization, can you, you know, put in a good word?
Oh yes, I nearly forgot.
While the above was happening, I also got word that something I wrote, maybe two months ago, is getting published in Sports Car Market magazine. It’s a piece on old American cars in Cuba and it should be out next week.
What’s funny is, while I was visiting Niagara, the magazine sent me an email requesting—right now—a brief bio and a head shot. Because I had no computer with me, I searched my smartphone’s memory and sent them the only available photo. “Won’t do,” they said, “too far away.”
So my wife and I spent twenty minutes in a park, with my chintzy cameraphone and its meager 2 meg resolution, trying to capture an acceptable promo shot.
Which brings to mind….
Maybe now I can rationalize the desire for an iPhone. Hmmm, it might be tax-deductible too…








