Now that I’m 27,000 words into my latest project, it seems a good time to announce that I’ll be one of a hundred or so authors at the Kentucky Book Festival on Saturday, Nov. 1st, in Lexington, Kentucky. The exact venue is Joseph-Beth Booksellers, 161 Lexington Green Circle.
The event is free, the variety of writers and books will be deep, and let’s never forget that the holidays are once again upon us, and that signed books make terrific gifts for anyone over the age of about two weeks. Granted, a three-week-old is likely to use “Vinyl Wonderland” for teething rather than reading, but, as they say: baby steps.
Even if you’re nowhere near Lexington, don’t despair; you can always pick up “Vinyl Wonderland” via Amazon or your local bookshop. And do check out the superlative reviews, both at Amazon and at Goodreads!
Oh, and did I mention? Yes, I’m still looking for an agent. Again. After all this time. So, if you happen to know one, or could get to know one, or might find yourself at a socially awkward gathering and you have nothing better to do than to jump up on a table and yell to the rafters, “My friend Mark needs an agent, and he needs it now, dagnabbit!” then by all means, do so. Of course, shouting something that mercenary reminds me just a wee bit of the unfortunate Veruca Salt, she of the goose that lays the golden eggs (and its attendant trash chute).
So, come to think of it, no. Don’t be like Veruca Salt. She came, as they say, to a bad end.
But I am very much on the hunt for an agent. One who appreciates a novelist who doesn’t stay in his lane, but understands marketing, and who cares desperately about craft, story-telling, entertainment, and emotional catharsis. “Make ’em Laugh,” said Donald O’Connor, and I can do that, but laughs in fiction can be a marvelous, sly set-up to an entirely different song, not sung (to my knowledge) by O’Connor: “Make ’em Weep.”
At any rate, leaving room for family, gardening, and politics, I keep getting my work done. The pile of completed manuscripts grows ever (digitally) deeper.
See you in Lexington!
Onward–and my the road rise to meet you.