Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Publication day from a hotel room with weird decor.





Hello. 
I am in a hotel room. 
It's in New York City so it's a very small hotel room. 
Cozy. 
It's cozy, not small. 
I am centering
my text
so you can
get a feel
for how
cozy
it
is.

I've been writing a lot of things. 
This makes me happy and makes me a very bad blogger. 
You will like the things I've been writing. 
You will have to wait a little while before you get to see them, though. 
You know how this train is slow. 
But wait. 
There's something else. 

Today marks the release of two books of mine. 

Still Life with Tornado is now available in paperback. 





And The Dust of 100 Dogs is being re-released into the world today 
via Dutton and its original editor, Andrew Karre. 
I've written about Andrew here before 
so you should know who he is. 

Rad wallpaper, but it's the silver star-shaped thingy that really pulls the room together.
Oh, and this book.

I started The Dust of 100 Dogs
in 1999 and wrote about half of it
in the years 2000/2001. 
At the time,
I was also
building
a house
from 
scratch.

Then I had a kid. 
Then I came back to the book 
and I finished it. 
It was
my
6th
novel.

This is the book that earned me 
the most rejection letters.
From the UK first. 
Then the US. 
Probably 140 or so, in all. 
Maybe more.
I rewrote and
re-queried it
three 
times.

Ten years ago, 2007, around now-ish
I got a call from Andrew Karre. 
I had a brand new kid again.
I'd written a few more books
that got rejected. 

Andrew bought the book. 

Photo credit: Michella Domenici

Last night I spoke at Fordham University.
I met and chatted with 
Mary Higgins Clark,
who has sponsored my
writing-centered week in NYC. 
She talked about how 
her first deal,
one that only brought in $3,000,
was her most memorable. 

I
had
just
spoken
about
how
a career
in writing,
no matter how
good you get at it,
doesn't guarantee
making
a real 
living.

The Dust of 100 Dogs was my first deal. 
I got paid less than Mary did. 
And it's still the best memory--
that feeling
of having
sold 
a
book
after
fifteen
years
of
writing.

The Dust of 100 Dogs
has a lot of stories
attached to it. 

There's one about
pitching it to 
an agent
at
a
conference
and hearing
 how stupid I was
to
write
about
dogs.
I told her it wasn't
really about dogs.
She said I was
stupid
all
the
same.

There's the
weirdo
stalker guy
who
thought
rape
shouldn't
be
written
about.
Um.
Irony.

There's the American psychological 
litmus test, still in place:
Letter-writers
angry
about a character beating 
a dog
in a book which includes
 nearly every type of violence
against 
human 
beings.

Ten years of stories. 

I don't know what to say about the last ten years. 
It's hard to sum up ten years of a career that went by so quickly.

But ten years ago, I know I cried.
I sat and cried on my red couch. 
I had a piece of paper
in front of me.
I was supposed to take notes
during the 
phone call. 
I took one note. 
(It read: "Octavian Nothing.")

My 4-year-old
asked
me
why
I
was
crying.

I said,
"I sold a book."

From the blog, 2008. First galleys.
Arrrrrrr.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Catching you up through pictures and very short sentences.


I went to Australia. It was freaking amazing. I have pictures.
But first, the basic gist was: I took part in the Reading Matters conference in Melbourne and then went on a regional tour in South Australia. Then my Australian publisher, Text, took me on a little tour and I got to see Sydney and more of Melbourne and talked on some radio shows and all together it was a completely awesome trip.
And the flights weren't as bad as I thought they might be.
And I really want to go back.
Like, now.
Anyway. Pictures.

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Melbourne from my penthouse suite. 

Danielle Binks is THE BEST EVER.








How long can you blame your spaciness on jet lag? I'm hoping it's two weeks, at least.

I am back inside the book. I am almost done. It's going to be a long one.

Today I found a link to this on Twitter.
It made me cry.
What an educator.
I mean--WHAT AN EDUCATOR. And what a program.
Which is lovely because it's an amazing educator who inspired Ms. G, the educator in the book.
Dear Book Crush readers: Thank you for telling me your stories.

Oh. And news.

The Dust of 100 Dogs is being rereleased this autumn. 
Click on that link to see the new amazing cover.

I'll leave you with this:


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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Places you can see me from now until September.

I'm still inside my book.
It's a very challenging book.
It has to do with potatoes and blenders and the meaning of life.

This is what it looks like inside of a book. (Also, if you haven't been to the AVAM in Baltimore, do it!)


I will be places over the next few months.
Come see me and we can talk about your favorite way to eat potatoes.
Or books. (Recent great books I read: The Bricks That Built the Houses by Kate Tempest, The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead. Reading now: Landscape with Invisible Hand by MT Anderson.)
Anyway.
I PROMISED YOU TOUR DATES.


April 20, 21, 2017
TLA (TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION ANNUAL CONFERENCE)
San Antonio, TX

April 22-23, 2017
LOS ANGELES TIMES BOOK FESTIVAL

May 2, 2017 @ 6:30pm
MULTNOMAH COUNTY LIBRARY, PORTLAND, OR

May 20, 2017
ROCHESTER TEEN BOOK FESTIVAL

June 1-10, 2017
AUSTRALIA EVENTS...MORE INFO TO COME. 
Reading Matters Conference, Melbourne.
Public events 6/9 & 6/10: Melbourne, Sydney, I will be in you. 

September 2-3, 2017
NATIONAL BOOK FESTIVAL/Local Events
Washington D.C. 

I'll be writing or painting or gardening or swimming or being at the beach (or really mostly writing) in the gaps. If you need me, you'll know where to find me.




Tuesday, March 21, 2017

I know it's been too long.

I know I have two or three Writer's Middle Finger posts to share.

I know I have tour dates (AUSTRALIA!) to post.

But I am inside a book. A very complicated book. And so, I have been very very absent.

But here I am, alive. I post this picture as proof. I'll be back soon.