I have an eighteen month old granddaughter, Vivian Grace, who lives with her parents in Omaha, Nebraska.  Distance dictates that we see her, in the flesh, about every six months.  We supplement these visits with an hour Skype visit every two weeks.

Last week we spent four days in Omaha visiting with parents and Vivy.  Our daughter-in-law, Sandy, had told us how she has taught Vivy sign language to help her communicate.  A friend of the parents taught their children sign language and claimed it made a significant difference in their language, reading and thinking skills.

Of course, I was skeptical.  When we arrived Vivy was in a playful mood and like any good grandparents we joined her on the floor to play.  Soon she was making these wild motions.  Her Mom calmly told us she was signing that she wanted water.  I gave Vivy a sippy cup; she smiled and took a long drink.  I was dumbfounded.  An eighteen month old was able to tell me what she wanted without verbal language.  She understood thirst, water and how to ask for the water.

Over the next few days the challenge was to get white bearded grandpa to complete a crash course in sign language, taught by my eighteen month old granddaughter.  Vivy can sign for:  eat, milk, tired, thank you, please, cookie, all done and book.  These eight words accomplish a lot in the life of a toddler.

One morning Vivy woke very early because she was busy cutting her molar teeth.  Her Mom was exhausted from being up tending to Vivy during the night.  I told Sandy she should return to bed and I would feed and care for Vivy.  I was able to “talk” with Vivy through sign language and understood what she wanted.  She had a breakfast of fruit and oatmeal, milk, and water.  She would ask for more cereal if hungry and let me know when she was finished.

Vivy’s life and mine have been enriched by the magic of sign language. 

Last Friday evening I came home after some pre-Memorial Day home project shopping in the early evening.  I felt nauseous and decided to lie down before dinner, which I never do.  In a few minutes my stomach growled, my gut twisted and I was running to the bathroom to bury my head in the toilet and vomit up what I thought was my entire food consumption for the day.  That was only the beginning.  For the next five hours I was wrenched with both vomiting and diarrhea, I was exhausted.

The second day I had only clear liquids, a few wakeful hours but mostly sleep.  By day three I was too tired to much more than read, but I had a special reading project for a friend to complete.  My friend and mentor Marshall Cook recently completed his latest novel manuscript – EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN.  It’s a completely developed long story coming in at 400,000 words.  The story is well paced, draws you in without noticing and left me eager to reach the final chapter.  He’s trying to interest an agent or publisher in the manuscript now and I wish him success, this is a story the world needs to have.  If the traditional publishing world turns its shoulder I hope he takes the time to independently publish.

So, my convalescence had a silver lining, I read a great novel.  

Sometimes I feel like writing about things, unexpected things that happen in my life.  This week’s blog is one.  I live in the country off of a state highway.  My neighbor and I share a mailbox post that the previous owner ingeniously constructed to hold two mailboxes on a single post.  Saturday I ran a few errands and when I drove into the driveway I stopped to pick- up the mail.  Our mailbox was gone!  I saw huge tire tracks in the snow where our mailbox used to me.  The box now rested in the ditch about twenty feet from where it stood.  Black plastic parts of a vehicle were strewn in a path following the tire tracks in the snow.

There were footprints in the snow leading to our mailboxes.  Someone had checked it out but left the boxes where they were.  Soon our neighbor joined us and he showed me a business card from one of the local sheriff’s.  His wife noticed a car abandoned in the ditch and our mailbox and called the sheriff.  Apparently the car had an Iowa license plate and the driver took off.  My guess is that the driver was as drunk as a skunk.  The mailboxes rested on a 3 inch square post buried in the ground so to knock break through a solid piece of wood meant the car was traveling very fast.  By the tracks in the snow the only thing that stopped the car was the snow.

My neighbor wanted to repair the damage so we could have our mail delivered.  My solution was to notify the post office and have our mail held for us to pick up and address the problem in the spring.  My neighbor wanted that mailbox back up.  He agreed to make the repairs and prop it up; trying to break through frozen ground would be a folly.  My job was to google postal regulations on how to put up the mailboxes.

The temporary job is done, it’s not pretty, and it’s functional.  Living in the country has risks I never imagined but having a one acre wooded lot is worth it.

This Saturday, December 14th I have my first ever public book signing.  I’m nervous, anxious, and uncertain and my self-confidence is hiding somewhere.  I am very lucky that the owner-manager of our local coffee hangout, Jeff Gauger, from Beans n Cream Coffee House wants me to spend several hours Saturday morning signing books.  I am dumbfounded that he believes that I will be an “attraction”.  I’ve never been an “attraction” before and I am doubtful.  His bet is that the good local folks will want to with me well on finally publishing MURPHY’S TROUBLES, and take the time to buy a cup of coffee, maybe a danish or breakfast burrito.

Jeff even created a fantastic poster to advertise my upcoming appearance both at Beans n Cream and the Sun Prairie Library Monday night (December 16th) at 6:30 p.m.  I volunteered to take the posters around town and ask businesses to display them in a prominent place for several weeks.  It was the least I could do.

I wanted to use my “event” Monday night to support the Library so I’ll be donating half of the royalties from each book sale to the Library Foundation.  I didn’t want to advertise this because I was afraid that folks might see it as a gimmick to sell books.  It’s not.  It’s just my way of saying thanks to the Library Director, Tracy Herold, for her support.   There’s simply nothing more natural than a novelist supporting their local library in whatever way possible.

I have been working toward this time in my life for the past sixteen years.  I am ready, it’s the path I’ve chosen or maybe it’s chosen me, most days I’m not sure.  Wish me luck.  

2-13-13 First Steps on a New Path

My retired journalism professor and volunteer editor thought it would be a good idea to return to the first manuscript I submitted and was originally accepted by my former publisher.  That rang true with me, so the search began.  I thought I had saved the manuscript on a flash drive and put it safely in our lock box.  I confidently went to the bank, searched the box and found – nothing.

Next I searched through the four flash drives I use regularly.  My practice is not to store any manuscript on the hard drive of my laptop in case something happens to the laptop.  I found seven versions of my manuscript, but not the one dating to 2010.  I didn’t panic.

I plunged into reviewing the galley version of the manuscript sent to my former publisher in August 2012.  My reasoning was that an anonymous editor reviewed the galley and did make suggestions that I thought strengthened the work, like adding more senses (taste, smell etc.).

I’m reading the galley version now and will pass it along to my editor next week.  I learned from that reading that I’m too close to the work.  I don’t seem the have the ability to determine if the plot moves as it should, if anyone would care about my protagonist, Ian Murphy and if the detail is sufficient and I’ve harnessed my tendency to tell vs. show.  That’s why there are editors and this time mine resides only a few miles away and I’ll be able to work with him eyeball to eyeball.

I’ve also met once with my volunteer cover designer.  The previous book cover, which I had no say in developing, had bright, dramatic colors.  My volunteer designer takes a darker approach and has found a wonderful gaelic font to use (my former publisher rejected my suggestion to use a gaelic font on the book cover).

I queried the 10 groups I follow on Linkedin to learn their experience with the two primary self-publishers Amazon’s Create Space and Ingram.  Next week I’ll share what I’ve learned. 

 

I have not posted a blog since early November 2012 because I was waiting to hear from my publisher when Murphy’s Troubles would be launched.  In late November I received an e-mail telling me while originally planned for publication in 2012 it would not be published until early 2013.

The 2rd week of January I wrote my publisher at e-mail asking when my novel would be scheduled for publication since I submitted edits to the galley August 1, 2012.  I received a terse e-mail response that the publisher hadn’t received the galley back from the editor (I was not allowed to have contact with the editor – the publisher claimed it was their policy to retain the independence of the editor).  The publisher refused to offer a publication date stating:  “. . . when a book is ready to be published it tells us.”  The publisher also informed me that more money has been spent on my novel than any other title in their catalog and I needed to be patient.

My journey with the micro publisher in California began in December 2010 and now it was time to end it.  On January 28th I sent the publisher a registered letter terminating the contract.  It is now time to follow a new path.

I would never consider using a vanity press but do want to explore self-publishing with either Create Space or Ingram.  Recently I learned that I can use Create Space for publication, distribution and marketing and still submit the book to Ingram for distribution because I retain the rights of the work.

So, I am embarking on the self-publication journey.  When you take on a task such as this you find out who your friends are right away.  One friend, a retired Journalism professor has agreed to be my editor.  Another friend has agreed to design a new book cover.

When asked how I felt about terminating a contract with a traditional publisher and venturing on the self-publication path my immediate response was – relief.  I am now totally responsible for all aspects of bringing my historical novel to the world, I am up to the task and energized.  My target – a September release of Murphy’s Troubles.

Join me on the journey.  Give me your comments, suggestions, thoughts, what to avoid and what not to avoid.