Main Entry: writerhead Pronunciation: \ˈrī-tər-hed\ Function: noun First Known Use: circa 1995
1 : a (usually) temporary state of dreamy concentration and fluctuating consciousness during which a writer feels most creative, productive, and artistic < upon waking in the morning, rolling out of bed, gently shushing one’s husband, and settling in at one’s desk: “Sssshhhh, I’m in writerhead” – Kristin Bair O’Keeffe >
Near Haverhill, Massachusetts? If so, come on out this coming Saturday, August 16, from 1:00-3:00 for the Authors Fair! I’ll be there with THE ART OF FLOATING, along with many wonderful authors. Great fun ahead!
I loved giving away two audio editions of THE ART OF FLOATING last week! Lots of fun! Thanks to all for playing!
Last weekend, over at the blog for the New Hampshire Writers’ Network, Jamie Wallace wrote a shining review of THE ART OF FLOATING that has my heart singing. Here she is, talking about FLOATING. (There’s lots more…just click here to read the entire review.)
“It has been a while since a book swept me off my feet.I had forgotten what it feels like to get so lost in a book that time slips away and chores go undone. It’s a lovely feeling. Secret. Intimate. Delicious. The temptation and the anticipation. The savoring and the rationing – how many chapters left? How many pages? I can’t wait to read the next bit, but I don’t want the affair to be over.
“I bought the book on Sunday afternoon and our whirlwind tryst was over by Tuesday night. Four hundred some odd pages devoured in a matter of hours. The story drunk down in stolen sips and unabashed gulps, leaving me intoxicated. For the two weekdays that I was entangled in the book, it was difficult to concentrate on any task – domestic or professional. I sat at the desk in my home office, feigning focus on the screen but really just counting down the minutes until I could find an excuse to sidle up to the dining room table – only a few feet away – and read just one, quick chapter. . . .”
On Friday night, I’ll be meeting with another book club to discuss THE ART OF FLOATING, and this one has stolen my heart! Mind you, all book clubs rock, but this one has gone over the top in marvelous ways. It is:
hosting a beach-themed dinner to accompany the discussion [THE ART OF FLOATING takes place in the Newburyport (beach town) and on Plum Island (beach).]
having every member make a list (as main character Odyssia Dane is a major list maker)
This is going to be so much fun. (And guess what? I’m even making my own list!)
Will update with photos after our discussion!
NOTE to BOOK CLUBS: If you’re interested in reading THE ART OF FLOATING, there are discussion questions (written by yours truly) at the end of the book. And I’d love to join you for a discussion, either in person (if you’re close) or via Skype/phone. Check out the “Book Clubs” page for contact info.
In a deep swimmy sleep last night, I dreamed a fish was stuck to the bottom corner of a curtain. Her scales were dried out, and the fuzzy curtain gripped her. She was gasping. I filled a pot with water and immersed her (and the bottom of the curtain) in it. She swam free, released from the curtain.
Popped into the Barnes & Noble in Newington, NH, this weekend to see if it was carrying THE ART OF FLOATING. I found it on the “New Fiction” table with loads of great company! Delighted! (Stay tuned! There may be news soon of an event there!)
on the “New Fiction” table at B&N in Newington, NH
NOTE: Reviewers & book bloggers, THE ART OF FLOATING is available for review. Drop me a note if you’re interested. I can’t guarantee a review copy to all, but I’ve got a few.
The piping plover controversy (featured in my new novel THE ART OF FLOATING) is heating up (once again) in beach towns from Maine to North Carolina. It’s important stuff. Big story in today’s MAINE SUNDAY TELEGRAM.
Had a terrific evening last night at the Andover Bookstore in Andover, MA! Big, energetic crowd. Terrifically passionate booksellers. A fire in the fireplace. The most awesome bookstore sign on the podium. Smart, creative questions from folks in the crowd. And lots of love for THE ART OF FLOATING.
The only tough part was that just before the event, I heard that Gabriel García Márquez had passed away. I cried a good bit…and have lots more to say about him in a future blog post…but I’m so grateful that I, and the world, had him for 87 years.