Tuesday, August 7, 2018

How to Become a Knight

How to Become a Knight is out today.

This is my fifth book. Publisher is Sterling, which is owned by Barnes & Noble, so I'd hoped it would get lots of in-store promotion. However, my editor left mid-project, and the editor who replaced her also left. 

There are five copies spine-out in the A-Z shelves at the Upper West Side B&N, so I'm not optimistic that this is going to be my break-out best seller.

But...you know...it's like complaining that your Porsche has a nick on the bumper. I'm proud of the book, happy that it's in stores.

About six months ago the editor sent me the first galleys and asked me if there was anything I wanted to change.

I thought about it for a couple of days, then said yes: I wanted to change the dedication. My original dedication was 100% sincere at the time, but it no longer felt right.

I have always felt loved, every day of my life, since the day I was born. I never appreciated it more than I have over the past 18 months.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

7 days in Durango

Last time I was in my hometown was 2014. A lot of water under the bridge.

This was Jo's first visit, and her first time meeting my family. She passed with flying colors.

I don't want to get all maudlin about it, but it was my family that got me through last year. Everything I know about love...and now having them meet Jo...

Enough. To the photos.

My advice: Have good parents. Have good kids. Love as if life is short.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Grumpy Trucks is coming

Good reviews in Publisher's Weekly and Kirkus:

"...the rhyming text has the authentic ring of both a real-life tantrum and pretend construction." (PW)

"...perky with blessedly perfect scansion." (Kirkus)

("Scansion" is a word that here means "author's biceps.")

On Friday Bailey and I got a gift-wrapped present in the mail from the publicist at Little, Brown:

We celebrated by rolling in clover at the Turtle Pond.

Friday, July 6, 2018

Damn...let's get caught up

I went on a harbor cruise with my co-workers.

I pretended to be the captain.

Ethan helped my company's production team move from our 10th floor WeWork office to our 4th floor office. 

Samuel and Ethan went to Illinois for a week to visit their grandparents. Jo and I had dinner on our roof terrace.

Bailey got a show dog haircut.

"It's true. I am a show dog."

(Psst. Bailey. You have goopy stuff in your eyes.)

I took Bailey the show dog to my office. He went on a subway, through a revolving door, and in an Uber for the first time.

The only store open on the Fourth of July, other than Starbucks, was the pet store. Jo and I stopped in. Guess what they had? 

(to Jo:) "He's gonna be outrageously expensive, like a thousand dollars."

(to pet store clerk:) "How much?"

(pet store clerk:) "$2,000."

Bailey was like, wait, what's that smell on your clothes?

That night we went to Jersey City to see fireworks. It was a fun adventure...but...it's not quite Manhattan, now, is it?