I listened to Ron Raines, a great Broadway singer, on my Ipod today as I sent my first novel to Amazon: the tale of a grieving soprano and her affair with a washed-up Broadway baritone. Hearing show music, sung with panache, set the right "vocal" mood at I took this signal step as a writer. Earlier this week I received my final formatted ebook from the brilliant Ted Risk and my final cover from the brilliant Dave Hunter, but when I awakened on Friday, February 3rd, to another day of blinding unseasonable sunshine, I had no idea I'd find the courage to release my novel to the world, as one might release a captive bird.
Now that it's out there for all to read, I feel proud and also relieved. It no longer matters HOW I got published because the act of publishing lets me know I've achieved my goal. Now I need a few readers to complete my journey, and I happily look forward to the next chapter, pun intended. But tonight I think I'll take a deep breath and savor the moment, and say a quick prayer of gratitude for all the family members and friends who cheered me on during times of doubt. They were splendid, and today could not have happened without them.
My Sixties' Olympia portable.
How the Blog Got Its NameIt was Ernest Hemingway who, in a conversation with his biographer A.E. Hotchner, coined the term "unsynchronized passion." He was referring to his love for Marlene Dietrich, though the pair never had an affair. But maybe there are benefits to be found in unsynchronized passions. It's a subject my blog will explore, but in the meantime I salute Hemingway for all the ways he influenced writers of his own century--and the current era, too.
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