Book Ends

Someone once told me that the life-expectancy of marketing and promotion for a self-published book was potentially much longer than for a trade-pub whose handlers pulled it as soon as they thought it had gotten stale. And from hence, to the remainders deep-discount table, and oblivion.

It’s been a year and a half since Slow Road Home arrived on Goose Creek. And that’s a pretty good long-distance jog, but I think I’m about done for now. Other things are taking center stage. But even as I focus less of my attention on SRH, more and more have found it–which is very gratifying. And it means good things happen passively now. I appreciate the two invitations that have come along, resulting in these events:

Book Signing / Pulaski (VA) Library / Thursday Dec 6 / 4 – 8:00 pm
Book Signing / Notebooks / Floyd, VA / Friday Dec 7 6 – 9:00 pm

And very much appreciated, the kind and unexpected review of the book by John Leonard in the New River Voice. You can read that at the website or archived at Nameless Creek.

So. I’m about done with this round of Note Cards (there are some of each set left but not many! If you’re planning to order, do it soon!) SRH is simmering, the fire not quite gone out of it. And other pots need stirring. Heck, I need to create some recipes for what goes in them first. Then stir.

And that is what January thru March will be all about on these early mornings. Perhaps we’ll have some tastings along the way. Might be I’ll ask your opinions on what’s cooking, just like I did when SRH was brewing two years ago this month.

I find it impossible to be secretely creative, and really enjoy and appreciate the sense (or illusion) that others are walking the walk with me. So thanks, secret readers, editors, critics and friends for being there for whatever comes next.