My Fred carved this little turtle for me out of a chip of alabaster...he's so sweet (both of them, the turtle and my Fred!)

Anyway...back to the turtle...I loved the tale of the tortoise and the hare way back...and still do...I've always been of the turtle sensibility through much of my time...slow-pokey toes, easy as she goes, living inside a protective shell...withdrawing when under threat, not sticking my neck out until it's safe...it's usually when I behave like a silly bunny that's when I get the smack down...know what I mean, jellybean? Been there, done that, got crap on my new t-shirt...
I've been immersed in editing my novel The Fractured Hues of White Light since March...and I believe it's as close to being publishable as it ever will be...I'm tempted to read it through one more time before turning it over to my Fred for him to do his design voo-doo to "make it so"...I'm grappling with the cover...I want to use a drawing...but I know color is important...so something that might fade from a stream of consciousness sketchbook doodle on the back to the glory of color on the front might be the way to go...the spine might be a "rainbow" of color...not sure...the brain is working it out...I'm kinda stuck on yellow being the main color...I have a few ideas...a few...I need to slop some watercolor around and see what happens...
I've been intrigued by this weeks NEWSWEEK...WHAT TO READ NOW...the fifty books that make sense of our times is chock full of suggested reading that might not normally make it on any top fifty, maybe the top 100 or 200 (if there's such a thing as a top 200)...and I loved The Write Stuff by Jon Meacham in which writers have their say in an honest roundtable conversation about writing and being published... Susan Orlean said the first book she bought on Kindle was by...Susan Orlean. (Of course it was, I'd do the same thing and be tickled pink that I could do it! Wouldn't you? Is it so terrible to want to exhibit some pride in what you do?) The conversation is similar to the series of conversations with editors and agents that I've read in Poets and Writers lately...all very informative, all very exciting...and at times disheartening...it's sometimes a real mood swing reading this stuff while being a writer...
The Now, Read it Again article by David Gates about revisiting favorite books is also a treat...and I especially loved reading The Reluctant Poet Laureate by Louisa Thomas about Kay Ryan, that one seemed extra special because I love her poem Turtle (yes, we're back to the turtle) the article quoted a piece of it...and I'm going to quote it here:
She lives/ below luck-level, never imagining/ some lottery will change her load of pottery to wings./ Her only levity is patience,/ the sport of truly chastened things.
Oh, yes...YES. My sentiments exactly...you see, I have some metaphorical crap on my new t-shirt because now that I'm really doing something with my books, self-publishing them as a publisher (Field Stone Press has started to receive junk mail, YAY!) and I've invested in a advertising campaign on Good Reads, and I'm doing a giveaway of 5 copies of Dusty Waters (ends on July 27th, click the icon on the side bar to check it out or join in!) I'm very excited by all of this progress that I'm making...and freaking out too because I've poked my head out a little more than I'm used to...I mean, jeepers creepers, people are buying my book, people are reading it...OMG imagine that! I'm still in the red...no profit yet, but that's okay, really, I never expected to make millions of dollars (not in a million years.) Maybe, just maybe, someone other than my son will post a review on Amazon.com...maybe...maybe...maybe...maybe the book will be banned or publicly burned (torches and pitchforks, oh, my)...wouldn't that be sweet? Well, maybe not (she tucks her head inside).
There's a whole lot of maybes...I completely understand Kay Ryan's reluctance to be in the position of representing 'capital-P Poetry'...I've spent plenty of time huddled over my creativity, always hiding what I was working on within the protective cradle-curve of my arm, fearing that the stray glance would see it and somehow they'd ruin it by noticing it...fearing the opinion of others, fearing someone would accuse me of being a "show off"...sometimes living up to the expectations of others is more than I can stand...or good grief, being a role model...holy shit, that's a lot of responsibility! (I'm relieved to read in Joyce Carol Oates journal that she often feels stunned by it too: "...might be that I am embarrassed at taking credit for whatever I do. If it's good I am embarrassed; if considered bad, embarrassed. By attributing my work to forces beyond my control I am distanced from it. I think that, briefly, explains the falsifications I have loved so dearly. Innocence masking experience.")
Anyway...I just want to write my books, get them out there into the hands of people who would like to read the experience between the covers, and I want to do it honestly...I don't know if they're going to like what they read or not...I can't apologize if they don't...I writes it as I sees it, okay? I made it up...half the time it surprises me what I write, so...ah, whatever...I can't please everybody...I just hope people will read my work with an open mind...
Like I said earlier, I'm agonizing over what to do for the cover of White Light, and NEWSWEEK had an article about that too...My Favorite Covers by Chip Kidd... and Poets and Writers also had a great article about interior book design...loved that too...
And finally, a delightful treat, an excerpt of Homer and Langley by E. L. Doctorow...so I've started a new list on my Good Reads profile...To-Buy...
Seeing my book being added to readers "To-Read" lists is exciting...and knowing that over 200 people are vying for my 5 free copies is freaking me out (in a good way)...
It's been a week of immersion...I think I've rambled enough...
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