Sunday, October 17, 2010

Reading, Writing, Rehearsing, or: The Post-Book Blues


1. I turned Yoga Bitch in to the publisher nearly three weeks ago. Final draft. No more changes. It's done.

2. Since then, a publisher in the Netherlands has decided they would like a Dutch Bitch. I am very happy about this.

3. I have been writing, sort of. Notes and notes and notes for the new book. These notes are staring at me right now. Notes that read: "The burden of history," and "Failure as a noble pursuit," and "Sex should be funny." (Still trying to remember what I meant by that last one.)

4. I have been reading, sort of. Here's what:
A. C.S. Lewis: what a man!
B. Colette: what a voice!
C. Christopher Isherwood: God, I love him. I was thinking about him the other day, and it occurred to me that I finally had an answer to that question: If you could have dinner with anyone famous, alive or dead, who would it be? I've never been able to answer that question-- too much pressure. I mean, it would be fascinating and all to meet Cleopatra, or Jefferson, or Tolstoy or Shakespeare, but over dinner? I don't know. I think I would get heartburn from the stress of thinking up intelligent questions to ask them, and then I wouldn't enjoy my dinner. Plus, what would we eat? Drink? Who would do the cooking? Certainly not me, so would we have to hire caterers? And what if Tolstoy has disgusting table manners? Would that ruin Anna Karenina for me? Couldn't we have a coffee or a drink first, and then see if we want to progress to dinner? But dinner with Christopher Isherwood would be like meeting an old, dear friend. We could talk books, or not. But I think we'd enjoy ourselves. I'd start smoking again just for the occasion.

5. I've started preparing for meetings in New York in a few weeks. Now that the writing of Yoga Bitch is done, it's time to start thinking about the selling of Yoga Bitch. August 23rd, my book will be on the shelves. That thought is exhilarating and terrifying and, for the moment, ever-so-slightly paralyzing. New York will be just the shot in the arm I need: I must journey to the land of shameless self-promotion and drink of its waters. When I come back, I'll be slicker'n cat shit.

6. I've been staring at the cover of my book! I must say, I have a bit of a crush on it.

7. You know, turning in a book must be rather like sending your child off to school for kindergarten. On the one hand, I wonder how my child will do in the big mean world, where I can't protect it from the bullies, and on the other, I wonder how I will ever fill the hours that have been devoted to its care. I'm a bit adrift. This book has taken up room in my head and heart for a long time, and I long to be engrossed again.

8. Ah, but here's a final note-to-self staring at me, written at some point in the last two weeks, perhaps on my first day back at the desk:

"Guess what else was hard?" it reads. "Writing and revising and rewriting and revising again until YB was done. You didn't always know where you were going or what you were doing. If new stories feel hard, it's because ALL WRITING IS HARD. Keep working."

On that note, I will try.

14 comments:

Linda said...

I hope that your publisher decides to do an audio version (which seems to be the only way I can get books "read" these days). If so, I hope you will be the one to do it!

Unknown said...

Killer book cover :)

Suzanne Morrison said...

Linda, I think an audio version will happen-- as soon as I know more I'll post about it!

Suzanne Morrison said...

And thanks, Erik! I am really delighted with it.

Ann Silvernale said...

Sometimes I think about starting smoking again when I eat with my kids...
Seriously, though, I'm expecting a pretty cool party when this book comes out.

Suzanne Morrison said...

Ann, that party is in the works!

Daniel said...

Your book cover is awesome! I hate most book covers, but that one is good. But don't worry, Suzanne... there's still plenty of time for you to begin to hate it, then loathe it, then love it again, then feel indifferent and finally look at it as if it's some colorful alien artifact with totally incomprehensible markings all over it.

Suzanne Morrison said...

Daniel-- I had a dream like that last night, except that the cover was familiar, but when I opened it up the text had been written in hieroglyphs. I thought, "This is going to make publicity very difficult."

S.P. Miskowski said...

Can't wait for the book to be published. This is so exciting!

And I want the cover to be my profile picture. It's great.

Suzanne Morrison said...

Thanks, Miz Misk! And of course, you're welcome to post the cover anywhere and everywhere you like. :)

limakat said...

another step closer! can't wait to have the actual book in hand! (with the audio on the i-pod and your voice bringing it home...)

Suzanne Morrison said...

You and me both, limacat! August feels like a million years away. I have anxiety about my anxieties thinking about it . . .

YogaLia said...

Oh my god, I haven't been to your blog in awhile...I am so CRAZY excited for you. And I also have a crush on the book cover. It's gorgeous.

Suzanne Morrison said...

Thank you, Lia!