I respect and admire Barry Lynn, for reasons I’ve described recently here and here and (from back when he was in his mid-90s) here, so it was good to see him onstage last weekend as he marked his 100th birthday.
Galley pages for the new book. Last chance for notes and tweaks. It’s always odd to read books at this stage because other projects intervene. Since I last worked on this manuscript I had another book come out, wrote a boatload of newspaper columns, a magazine feature, several radio monologues, and have been working daily on the next novel–the final draft of which is due before the one pictured above even hits the shelves. So during the red-pencil sessions it often feels like I’m reading a book written by someone I don’t quite remember. Last night I edited the part of the book where the protagonist meets this guy.
This pen and notebook were a gift given to me in San Francisco at the end of my paperback tour for Visiting Tom. Immediately upon returning home I found myself deep in deadlines and frankly flummoxed. Typed for days, went for walks, made copious notes, and got it worked out. I know it looks like scribbling, but really it’s wrassling. Thanks for the mat, Author Guy.
If you’re looking for the most important page in the new book, there are two: the dedication page, and the acknowledgments page. On the second, you will see a thank you to Alissa, “for remarkable and conscientious assistance.”
Here–on the day the new book shipped–is what remarkable and conscientious assistance looks like:
Sometimes you just have to let go… My coonskin cap, given to me by Grandma when I was a tot in the 1960s or early ’70s, still has my name written inside the faux fur crown in red permanent marker (I recognize Mom’s careful all-caps) but the tail has snapped and is stiff as a piece of kindling, so a photo and off it goes. Also: May I never be accused of posting only flattering photos.
When the crew at Wisconsin Historical Society Press says they are all-in to promote your new book, they are ALL-IN.