I wrote to many today via e-mail. Late afternoon sent surface-mail
letters. Specific cause: The novel has landed!
When the publisher wrote this morning, Thursday, August 18, 2011, with an Amazon link I suddenly realized this is the real deal. Not the book. The effort.
One of my most valued friends [we met in 1969] wrote…simply but impacting to me: You DID it!
Well, yes. And also no. This writing-world was not a solo-effort. Lots of folk did their part
editing. Other friends had good ideas on how the novel could twist…even with the first chapter. For instance, why would a minister be shot? A buddy had a great suggestion—and there it was…off and writing.
Knowing Tricia Gleason will have a second and third adventure in the following novels that will be printed next year, is special. Which means, of course, she needs to have a 4th adventure. And then, out of the blue..or the dark…or the bright sun…don’t remember
all that, a new idea has begun to marinate.
Love that verb, marinate. Used by one of our favorite guides, Joe Willauer, in Montana. He also has a saying when a trout pops the leader or spits the hook, “Well, he just flipped us his middle fin.”
That hasn’t made it yet…but one never knows…maybe in the 4th novel.
If you’d like a signed copy, please let me know at firstname.lastname@example.org
I am pleased—I think—there will be many reviews forthcoming: Franz and Sherry, owners of the Ekahni Book Store in Manzanita, Oregon; Bill Monroe, Outdoor Editor of the
Portland Oregonian; Randi Bjornstad of the Eugene Register-Guard. I didn’t realize—until someone pointed it out tonight, readers can leave comments on the Amazon order page. Someone’s already done that…they were nice.
I’m also pleased–read that enthused–the Tillamook County Library has scheduled an evening when I’m there–Wednesday, September 14, to address the topic, “Writing my first novel–how did it happen?”, read the novel’s first chapter and sign books. Gosh, just like a real novelist…whoa.
Yikes, this is certainly a way to spell vulnerability. And yet, I also realize it’s the nature of writing and publishing—never in a vacuum. Never.
Tomorrow, Friday, August 19, is even more special than publishing my first novel. It is our 10th wedding anniversary. Gosh, on August 19, 2001, Diane and I exchanged wedding vows—with the clergy blessing of my favorite minister/mentor in the whole wide world, Fred Trost, at a lovely church in Cannon Beach, Oregon. It was a Sunday. Two days later Diane and I were fishing for steelhead and salmon on the Hoh River in northwest Washington, just south of Forks on the Olympic Peninsula.
It rained three inches that day. Diane, as is her style, never complained. Hey,
fishing is fishing…and when we share those times…it’s always good. Very good, in deed.
And then…terrible…9/11/01 exploded around us and in many ways, within us.
It’s ten years later now…ten years of growth in our marriage of love and the most beautiful/covenantal relationship I’ve ever experienced. And yet for the world,
continued stress and struggle and explosive events.
May it be…and I know Diane and I wish this for each other and for you…and tonight we are joined by Tricia Gleason, my wonderful protagonist in “Murder On Tillamook Bay”…may it be that the light named hope is never extinguished…and even more may it be in the manner by which we pulse life…we may know God is with us…God is within us…and now and then…God can be known through us.
Diane’s in Lexington, Kentucky tonight…with her twin sister, Cheryl. They have been there for over a week to settle their mother’s estate—she died recently—and to do what they can to make sure their grandmother is in good hands. Since Diane needs to stay into next week, I’m headed to Lexington Saturday morning…we’ll celebrate our 10th a day
late…but not without joy and hope and great love.