Before I pick up where I left off (about my mystery man, Lazarus, and publishing my book), I just have to share something that’s struck me funny. Publishers Lunch Deluxe is a weekly (or whenever they feel like it) report on all things happening in traditional publishing (like what publisher bought what book, and for how much, and which pubs and/or literary agencies are merging or quitting (aka running for their lives).
Okay, so here’s a direct quote from their November 9th bulletin: “Amazon announced three more authors who have each sold a million Kindle ebooks or more, but we’re really not going to report on these releases any more.”
Serious? You’re really not going to report on “these releases” anymore? Here’s what I hear: “You Amazon people and this so-called new age of publishing (read: indie, who are over-populating the Kindle play list) are major pissing us off, so we’re not going to play with you again, ever. So there.”
Moving on . . . the three newest authors to join the Kindle Million Club are David Baldacci, Amanda Hocking (indie–you go, girl), and Stephanie Meyer.
And now back to me. *smile* And Lazarus Bening (his spy name). But, first, a question:
How many of us, do you think, are doing/being what we pictured ourselves doing/being when we were, say, 17? Or 21?
I knew Lazarus Bening while I was still in high school. He was four years older, in college. He wanted to become a commercial pilot—he didn’t. He became a teacher instead (what I’d believed I’d end up doing, though I was never excited at the prospect). Because I was so unmotivated by the career choice picked by my parents, I became more of a “fritterer” than a serious college student, trying on all sorts of mindsets and people, and having way more fun than was legal. Along the way, Lazarus and I parted.
Come to find out, Lazarus began writing. Essays and short stories at first, in-between teaching classes. He published a novel. He published two more. Fiction for men. He gained a following (while I was still frittering), all unbeknownst to me.
And then we met again after an embarrassingly long time, at a signing for his latest novel that my writer cohort-friend, Josh, dragged me to. And the first stupid thing I said to Lazarus was:
“I didn’t know you were a writer.”
He laughed a little (very little).
And the second stupid thing I said was (because this event was about his book, not mine, duh): “I have a book too!”
I explained about my novel, The Angry Woman Suite, and how my agent had left the book business for a new career in finance, and how I was now thisclose to going indie.
Lazarus’ expression had turned—quizzical, maybe? I couldn’t read him. He said, “I have two words for you.”
Uh-oh. Was he still that ticked over what had happened between us a thousand years ago?
I swallowed hard. I was a “grownup” now—I could take what was coming (and what, truth be told, I probably deserved). But I moved in a little closer to Josh anyway.
“Telemachus Press,” Lazarus said.
“Telemachus Press. Best there is.”
And then, “Steve Jackson’s the guy you want to talk to—a good guy; he’ll steer you straight. He’ll get your novel out there, and it’ll be done right; a class act.”
And that, my friends, between my writer friend Josh, and my computer guy, and old flame Lazarus is the more or less true story of how I came to know Steve Jackson at Telemachus Press. Steve Jackson is truly Mr. Wonderful. Every phone call and email is responded to quickly and thoroughly—and Steve makes me laugh. A BIG plus-plus.
Two big thumbs-up for Telemachus Press.
The Angry Woman Suite will be out in a couple of months—I think. Maybe longer. Depends on how the editing goes—I think. And how the cover goes. (I’m picturing a black and white cover, because The Angry Woman Suite is largely a period piece, taking place between 1915 and 1968.) An amazing review of The Angry Woman Suite goes public on the Kirkus Reviews website 12/15/11, but you can read it here— it’s a link in the right column.
Well, like it or not, first loves leave lasting marks on us. Maybe not big fat scars; maybe only scratches—but, whichever, we’re changed forever.
But this is what grownups do when assessing our scars and scratches: we notice the parts we played, or didn’t, in all our relationships. We forgive others and ourselves, and we heal. We keep evolving—otherwise, the point would be??–and we stay open.
We make the positives a part of us, and store the negatives for future reference.
Reference for—what, you ask?
Whatever comes along next—and, well, in this case, you’ve got to know that every player in my life story, and every take-away, is going to end up in a book someday (or a post)—or maybe already has. *smile*
Thanks for coming by! More later in the week. . . .
I can’t wait to read it!
Oh thank you! I hope you like it.
Always a pleasure to read your “behind the curtain” postings. Keep up the great work!
Thanks SO much for reading and commenting, Kevin!
I’d say there was a little bit of “divine providence” at play there! Very exciting news and thanks for sharing the journey with all of us!!
Hey you! Sharing the journey is half the fun. Thanks for signing on. . . .
Amazon is a mind-bogglingly stupid publisher. It assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t destroy your business. Yeah.
Hi Kate, Thanks for stopping by! Here’s another interesting Amazon tidbit I recently read (my source is the LA Times, and you may already know this, so bear w/me if so): Last month Gov. Jerry Brown signed a bill requiring Amazon to collect sales tax on purchases by CA customers, starting next Sept.; the Times columnist who wrote the piece (Micheal Hiltzig) called this “putting Amazon.com in its place.”