my muse, my johnny
My husband calls this porridge-coloured wooly wrap my ‘blogging poncho’ with the same face you make when you find something blue and fuzzy growing on whatever it is you’ve almost finished eating.
Now it’s evolved into the ‘book-writing poncho’, just shy of one step above the hedgehog. All I need are the array of cats, the spectacles and the solitary cabin and the vision will be complete.
Ah, my sweet, long-suffering Compaq. You’re too old for me, but I love you anyway. We’re good together. I can turn you on in a heartbeat. You rarely forget stuff, and never hassle me before breakfast. You keep my lap warm. You take me places. You almost never talk back.
Saint Justin (sarcasm scan reports zero) is a widower by way of nightowlism and chronic laptoppery. In his head I am half as cool as I used to be after five consecutive summers of band camp because being a shut-in is, like, totally HOT.
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There’s one big scene left—the crux—before the second draft of the book is complete. Then a few small potholes to fill, then a quick pillage and tighten, an allover body massage so that my baby rolls into the publishing house all limbered up and dewy.
I have help.

He is the freight train of all that happens in tannery hollow. As loud as I can stand it, he is the soundtrack of the chase, the madness. They (the hunted) don’t know who he is but if they did, they’d respect him. He is not of their kind but a parallel brother.
There they are, jostling and taunting. They stink. I push up my sleeves and yell back and they break it up, do as I say. A ghost in their world, I’ve got street cred. I come bearing the Man in Black.
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I’ve got three weeks to finish. Three weeks to get it ready for copyediting and if the publishers agree, it’ll be on shelves in nine months, moved up to a Fall 2009 release instead of Spring 2010.
This is big. This is exciting. This is WAAAGHAHGHHAA!
The fast-track may not happen if structural reworking is needed. And that would be okay too. But I'll shoot for it, word-rustle to match that chug-a-chug chug-a-chug. Then it’s chapter illustrations, grey scratchings, repulsively delicious. Then the making of story into book—the launch, the marketing, all foreign to me.
It’s going to be the newest of new years.











Monday, December 8, 2008
Reader Comments (44)
just the other day river chimed in from the backseat "how did he fall in a ring of fire? a campfire?" how does one go about explaining... sometimes people write stories and songs about how they're feeling on the inside ...
and here you are doing it. writing it down.
i'm so excited for you!
I am so excited for you that I am left with a silly, sloppy grin on my face.
Now I shall go dream of Cash.
*wanders off*
(Seriously, YAY! You are so awesome.)
Fall 2009 you said? I better go dig out that rusty tin can from under my bed and see how much money I've got in there, I've been saving, ya'knows? ;-)
Thrilled for you! XOXO
finish up fast so we have time to play after Christmas, huh?
Congrats, Kate. What will you do with the wooly wrap post book writing? Will it go on a book tour with you?
I would love to read your book. If I can find it.
I had to smile when I read the chug-a-chug-a line. We just recently got a Dora book with buttons to push that make sounds to correspond with the story. The book is about Azul (a train) and its hilarious. Funniest chuga chuga sound ever. When I hear that sound, I will think of you, and wish you luck on finishing your book.
Merry Christmas!
A new year indeed. Please let me know when the book tour takes you south into my neck of the woods -- oh, and when we can advance purchase and drive interest up. Publishers like that.
I'd make a comment about "Personal Jesus," but someone probably beat me to it already.
xo
So get back to work, okay? ;)
Rock on, my friend!
Good for you.
I look forward to imbibing your incredible talent in print! On actual pages!
That Hedgehog post is one of my favorites.
Holy crap! That's big, so big. Good for you!
i too, love Johnny Cash and carry him with me on IPOD to work out and entertain children on car rides.
xo oh and i love johnny