First, I got my proof copy of the new book, Noble Deeds. It looks good, so onward.
Plans are underway to do a book launch event on Nov. 11 at Duchesne High School at 7 p.m. Where did I go to high school? you ask. Hint: initials are DHS. I am very pleased to be able to do this event at the school where I graduated and where I fell in love with my majorly best friend till death do us part temporarily. Besides those two reasons, Sister Mathew taught Literature and planted the hankering to be a writer in me. Took a while to scratch this itch, fifty years, but it was a deep-seated urge that decades could not diminish. In addition to writing, she also gave me, what today would be called a motivational speech. Back then we called it a kick in the rear. In my junior year of high school, I needed a motivational event from someone other than my parents. She obliged. I wish she were still around. I'd like to thank her.
The second thing is that I spoke to a book club about Sundown Town Duty Station this week. It was the second time I've appeared at a club rendezvous. Both experiences have been rewarding. At the last one, a woman asked a question about what a character thought on page 204—well, I was just so pleased. I'm sure I wallowed into pomposity with my answer. But that woman's question was so very cool.
Plans are underway to do a book launch event on Nov. 11 at Duchesne High School at 7 p.m. Where did I go to high school? you ask. Hint: initials are DHS. I am very pleased to be able to do this event at the school where I graduated and where I fell in love with my majorly best friend till death do us part temporarily. Besides those two reasons, Sister Mathew taught Literature and planted the hankering to be a writer in me. Took a while to scratch this itch, fifty years, but it was a deep-seated urge that decades could not diminish. In addition to writing, she also gave me, what today would be called a motivational speech. Back then we called it a kick in the rear. In my junior year of high school, I needed a motivational event from someone other than my parents. She obliged. I wish she were still around. I'd like to thank her.
The second thing is that I spoke to a book club about Sundown Town Duty Station this week. It was the second time I've appeared at a club rendezvous. Both experiences have been rewarding. At the last one, a woman asked a question about what a character thought on page 204—well, I was just so pleased. I'm sure I wallowed into pomposity with my answer. But that woman's question was so very cool.
It just occurred that she might have been the designated question asker, and opened the book at random somewhere near the middle, intending to read only one page and frame a question from whatever she found there, and, lo, struck it rich by landing on a page with only six lines—nah.
Some wanna be writers are paranoid and have esteem issues. Thank you, God, not me. Actually, I thought the woman's question was insightful. It pointed out that men and women have different eyeballs because we sure see the world differently.
Blessings and thanks.