There's a new blind date with a book seller at one of our local antique malls, so of course I had to invest and show my support. I'm wonderful that way, lol. I meant to pick up a contemporary romance, too, but my man distracted me for a moment and instead I grabbed this historical fiction/romance. Ah, well, I'll just have to suffer. This seller included some very nice items tucked in the wrappings: a big paperclip, little journal and bookmark that resemble old library checkout cards, a pen and a tea bag. I got If the Tide Turns by Rachel Rueeckert, a novel and an author I have never read. Sounds like it's right up my alley, too: witchhunts and piracy. Very happy and I will be going on more blind dates with this seller again.
A few days ago a reader of mine reached out to me to see if I was still working (and probably to check and see if I was still alive.) They also asked me if I would ever go back to publishing under one of the bylines I used during the twenty years I worked for big publishers in NYC. The subject hasn't come up very often in the eight years since I went freelance and became a partner in a small independent publisher. I've made more money on my own than I ever did with an agent and working for NY, so there's that. I do not miss being in the spotlight and all the ugliness that comes with it; that dimension of my career was particularly brutal for me. I should never have gone the way I did; indy publishing is where I really belong -- but it didn't really exist back in my day. Here's some advice from a shy person who put up with all that nonsense for two decades: if NY ever offers you a contract, and promises that they'll develop your brand, promote your wor...