Locals say the best thing about leaving Key West is the joy one experiences upon returning. So true!
Early April I made the first of three forays to NYC. Unexpectedly I tripped into a rabbit hole of good luck when my dear friend Vanessa Noel offered to host a party for me and my latest book, a collection of short stories.
A word on these ‘books’. The last three books I have published have been self-published directly on Amazon. This is an incredible option available to authors, the downside being that without a comprehensive knowledge of formatting and templates the finished product can look a little wonky. Thus the degree of wonkiness riddling my latest ‘books’.
My second visit to NYC was all about the book party. A huge success if you count attendance levels, or books sold. But I could not feel any pride about the actual books as they look homemade, because they are.
Also, the latest attempt included photographs by my old friend Patrick McMullan. This was an experiment which, in my opinion, did not work out and I shall not bother with photographs in the future as I am not at all convinced by the results, especially since it shot the price point up stratospherically. Being half a miser I am not the least inclined to see anything more expensive than need be.
My sincerest apologies to anyone who bought these ‘books’. I know they are full of typos and formatting errors, all entirely my fault. Sadly my skill set is narrow, and I ought not to be in charge of anything beyond the writing. I should have nothing to do with editing or production o
r distribution. Therefore, I am offering refunds to anyone suitably disgruntled, equally I offer the solace of you being the owner of collectors items.
Why collectors items? Well, because on my most recent, the third and final trip to NYC I encountered the greatest success of all. I settled on a powerful literary agent and a publisher and now all my books will be proofed, correctly formatted and reprinted (without photographs). I am thrilled about this.
To cap it off, after a day of airports and missed connecting flights and the overall discomforts of modern travel, I made it home in time to shower and change into party attire and off I went to meet Henry Bisharat and John Hemingway, two new-yet-old friends first met on Facebook and now included, for all time, in my personal coterie. The party was for the launch of Papa’s Pilar, a new brand of rum, and the guest of honor was John Hemingway, grandson of one of the greatest writers of all time.
We got to talking about our grandfathers and our love of writing. Henry was thoughtful enough to make me a gift of John Hemingway’s latest book, Strange Tribe, an autobiography.
I know I have found my tribe.