It's SHAMEFUL that it's been so long since I blogged in this space! Call it circuit overload due to paperback release (i.e. Good Excuse #516, right up there with pulling a hamstring in Zoomba cardio class - something I've also done lately) or the general need to write for money-making purposes, but blogging has taken not just a backseat, but a rumble seat. (Is my age showing? Is it? You damn kids get off my lawn!!)
Tour - such as it was - was mostly great. With a paperback, most publishers don't pay for you to do anything but local events. But I decided to go to Seattle, Vancouver and New York - on my own dime - mostly because I knew it would pay off handsomely in book sales. Did it? I have no idea, but I sure had a hella-good-time, as you kids (who need to get off my lawn!) would say.
(Okay, I had a birthday last week - #56 - and I'm feeling decrepit, but that's no excuse for lashing out. You can stay on my lawn if you want.)
Lows of book tour:
- five people showing up for my reading in Seattle - hopefully because it was Super Tuesday, and not because my book sucks.
- Driving (and driving and driving) with gas at more than $4 an f'ing gallon in the Bay Area!!
Highs of book tour:
- Showing up for my reading at KGB Bar in New York's East Village, walking into a packed-to-the-rafters room of tattooed hipsters half my age (who could clearly beat me up and steal my lawn) and reading my chapter from "Naked" about trying ecstasy for the first time at age 49, thinking I'd get booed off the stage. Instead, they were rapt. Every time I looked up I caught someone else's eye, shining welcomingly. And then they cheered. And then I had a late drink with a hunky actor. New York rules.
- Reading to a room full of 30 women in Vancouver, BC, who had paid (good money!) to see me, get a book, eat gourmet appetizers and drink Caesars - which is a Canadian version of Bloody Marys using Clamato juice. Yuck, you say? No way. These were rockin' - and I had to stop at one so I wouldn't slur my words. Again, looking up from my reading (I chose a female-centric passage this time) I could see tears in eyes - most gratifying. Vancouver also rules. I may move there someday, especially if a Republican wins in November and starts drafting cranky, decrepit (oops, there I go again) women in their 50s.
- Doing an improvised story in San Francisco at Porch Light, our venerable storytelling monthly series, and as I was leaving, a group of twenty-something women called out to me from the bar: "hey Jane!" I stopped and smiled, and one girl held up her fist and shouted, "you rock!!" I was sweetly stunned.
One of the grandest things that can happen to a writer is to know that she reaches a demographic you would think has nothing in common with you, nor your hopes and fears. Perhaps that was the highest high of all. Okay, maybe ALL you young people don't have to get off my lawn.