phair here. it's a cold, nearly freezing November morning. the skies
have gone steely gray seem to conspire with endless blankets of white
whispering clouds to dim the weakened sunlight. nothing else looks like
November in New England. it is bleak and ominous and haunted with memories of
loss. the season mourns the passing of summer and the rapid approach of its own
and, i mourn too. this Monday will mark the 13th year since my brother passed away.
he lived longer than all the doctors expected. longer than the CDC data on TBI
would suggest. longer enough that most folks forgot he was still alive until
they read he died.
he was my best friend and my big brother. i miss him each hour of every day but
in November his absence is most profound. nearly unbearable.
Anders is being very kind and is bending one of SGW's written in stone rules. She agreed
to a give away of ebook copies of Commencement on Monday. She knew it was
really important to me and set it up even though it is a terrible business
move. that's the kind of friend Anders is.
So, follow the link above on 11/11 to get a free ebook version of Commencement from Amazon
Funny timing, huh? It's all about timing, you know? Life is a series of random moments that lead us to singular, defining events. I'm not sure abou the event I'm heading for but one is coming along soon, I'm sure of that.
It has been exceptionally busy. Book events, work, writing, family, baseball in October, writing - all of it's good and all of it is plentiful. But, some if it has been late. Once again, I was delayed with the monthly installent of DsofM. It's posted now. Hope whoever is reading is enjoying it. Looks like there is just one of you reading so, think of it as a story written just for your enjoyment.
I need to get back to the job of writing with a side order of laundry.
blogging about Boston Book Fest
6:15 alarm goes off
6:15:01 Dakota bounds off the bed, tail wagging like a helicopter blade, ready to start the day
6:15:02 realize I can hit the snooze and still be on time by skipping breakfast
6:15:03 Dakota jumps back into bed and snuggles up on my shoulder keep me warm
6:24:02 alarm goes off
6:24:03 Dakota bounds off the bed, tail wagging like a helicopter blade, ready to start the day
6:24:04 realizing there are no more routines I can skip and still maintain any level of hygiene, I get up
6:24:05 Dakota races for the stairs before I can turn on the hall light and belly flops on the last six stair before running into the kitchen to see if the Dog Food Fairy got there first for once.
6:25:00 I arrive in the kitchen after a side trip to the living room to disable the alarm system.
6:25:01 Dakota sees me and once more realizes I am the Dog Food Fairy and her tail goes into overdrive.
6:25:01 Calvin and Hobbes hunker down on the counter in order to withstand the wind generated by the propeller tail
6:25:04 pet food served
6:25:05 Dakota has finished her food and dances at the door to go out
6:25:05 Hobbes begins to sniff the food left for his brother and him to determine the safety of consumption. Calvin awaits Hobbes report.
6:25:06 I retrieve clothes from the drier when Dakota does what a dog does in the yard
6:30:01 I let Dakota back into the house and she, once again realizes I am the Dog Food Fairy and her tail goes into overdrive
6:30:01 Hobbes has removed one piece of the food in his bowl and bats it back in forth to determine it's overall safety for consumption. Calvin awaits his report
6:45:01 freshly showered and dress, I run around the house gathering the items that need to be packed in the jeep
7:00:07 move everything to the Jeep; down 10 stairs and in the driveway
7:00:35 realized the suitcase with the books is well over 50 pounds. decide not to weigh it because I might realized it is too heavy to carry
7:08:02 hoist the suitcase into the Jeep
7:09:00 certain the suitcase, now secured in the Jeep is, in fact too heavy to carry, I head back into the house to make sure I haven't ruptured my hernia lifting it
7:10:05 Hobbes is slowly chewing the piece of food he was previously inspecting to determine if it is safe for consumption. Calvin awaits his report.
7:13:03 I jump into the Jeep and pull out of the driveway
7:14:00 stop the Jeep at the beach to take pictures of the sun
7:22:00 drive out of my town heading for downtown Boston
7:29:04 realize I have no money and stop at the cash machine. have to wait for a backhoe guy to finish his withdrawal
7:43:12 take the ramp to I93N
7:52:00 take the wrong %#$@ exit and have to back track from Government Center to Copley
8:03:00 found the parking garage on Dartmouth that I have a coupon for
8:07:00 emerge from parking garage dragging the suitcase with my beach chair slung across my back
8:07:20 start the long walk down Dartmouth to St. James then the right onto Clarendon.
8:08:45 I see the sea of booths set up for the book fest. laid out like military command tents filling the park between Trinity Church and the Copley Library.
8:08:46 I feel like a writer. I will be joining the pantheon of writers before me and leaving footprints for those who come after. This isn't a hobby or a pipe dream. This is my career.
8:10:12 pass the entrance to Trinity Church, the booths are all behind me and I still don't see indie alley
8:11:00 first sighting: a guy in orange with a giant white question mark on the front. he's securing plastic drop cloths on tables in front of the Hancock Tower.
8:15:00 Find my table and look back to see the book fest area. it is obscured by Trinity Church.
8:15:02 "they are never even going to fucking see us"
8:20:00 unpack the books and set up the display with infinite care
8:21:00 set up my beach chair and sit
8:23:04 socialize with other writers
8:59:00 Excitement builds
9:40:00 more writers than readers milling about
10:14:02 Paul Levy, making the rounds of the other writer's tables, ignored me
10:29:22 Family with a cute baby lingered briefly at my table
11:29:00 Bought book from another writer – it looked really good
12:02:45 The Painted Dragon authors lit incense in, perhaps and effort to keep warm as the sun moved behind building like concrete mountains leaving us shaded and cold
12:43:22 Biggest Crowd of the day; 3 guys. they tell me they happened upon us. they were attending the fest but had no idea indie alley was set up 'so far' from the main venue
1:13:54 an indie editor came by. we exchanged cards
1:57:39 I promised myself that if I had no sold a book before 2 pm that I would pack and go home
2:00:00 I dragged my suitcase, beach chair slung across my back, down St James heading for Dartmouth on the left
October 3, 2013
Sorry for the delay to my DsofM members. Quest part 7 is now posted on the members' site.