Hey folks! See this grin? It's finally coming together, this novelist thing. As we speak, THE GUITARIST is being prepped and formatted for a 6X9 trade paperback. It will also be available in e-book form on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other e-book sites. Pretty exciting stuff.
I'm proud to be working with a small, independent publisher called Livinoak Publishing. THE GUITARIST will be the company's second novel-length work, the first being E. David Moulton's PRODIGAL CHILD, which also deals with rock music. Must be the right place for me. We hope to have the book out by fall of this year. Though we're still finalizing the cover of THE GUITARIST, it's coming along nicely as well. I'll release it to you when we get a bit closer.
I'm still learning how to work this website, so I hope you'll have patience with me. I was ecstatic yesterday to finally get my domain name connected to the correct account, but I still can't get into the domain e-mail, so if you need me, I'm still on Faceboo...
The week went quickly. I spent my days in recording sessions and Cait’s were spent in legal wrangling. She’d somehow found time to have her hair and nails done, and she wore a bit of mascara and blush. She often felt down when we met for dinner—always in the hotel—but since my days were far less grim, I could make her laugh before the meal was over.
Besides the Empire State Building, I showed her the Statue of Liberty and the World Trade Center Memorial. I took her to museums and galleries. She enjoyed the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and one evening, we had daylight enough to see Central Park. Every night ended at the Velvet Room.
Too soon, it was time for her to leave.
I exited the lift in time to see her checking out at the desk. Crossing the lobby, I stood behind her as she finished with the clerk.
“I hope you’ll come back to stay with us again, Ms. Flynn. We’ve enjoyed serving you.”
Man, have I got a lot to learn! It's comical, I swear. If all an author had to do was write, there would be way more books out there. This website building was meant for more analytical souls than I, and more tech-savvy, that's for sure. Will I ever get it? That's not so certain. All I can do is laugh at myself or else I'll cry. Hahaha!!
So I drench my doubt in caffeinated iced tea and soldier on. Facebook friends post affirmations that convince me I can do this, I just need to put in the work. The time. Get the hell off Facebook, right? Today is one of the good days regardless of my website-building learning curve.
And I am making progress with the latest draft of The Guitarist. I have cut another five thousand words and five characters from the manuscript which seems miniscule, considering I should cut another eight thousand words to make it a standard "first-novel length." But the first draft was one-hundred, forty-nine thousand words...
The other one is http://may2014ridingthemusic.blogspot.com. In that one, I have posted chapters of my book, The Guitarist. At this point those chapters are drafts. They resemble the book as it exists today, but many changes have occurred, and many more will follow. Check it out.
I want to start by thanking my young guitarist friend, Sean Ashe of the Chicago area, for the name of my contemporary fiction series, Tools of Tone. He used the term in a Facebook post and I to...