Dirty Laundry

Portland and The Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association’s Fall Show

Here I am in Portland gearing up to do a book signing at the PNBA’s fall show (it’s 10:45-11:15, Saturday September 12th in case you’re around and a bookseller in the Pacific Northwest).  What I should be doing is working on the new book as my deadline rapidly approaches.  What I AM doing is blogging because I was warned by my wife that I need to be fully present for this signing instead of in “hazy writer’s head” which is where I float for several hours after I finish working.  Thinking about the scene I just wrote, what scene I should write next, if I’m ever going to be able to finish this story, etc. etc. 

Last night I had a wonderful dinner with Ted and Kathi Lucia (the fantastic Candlewick reps here in the Northwest) as well as three really cool booksellers.  Kira Porton (A Children’s Place), Judy Hobbs (Third Place Books), and Melissa Opel (Auntie’s Books). 

I was all set to take a cab from the hotel to Salty’s Restaurant and was minding my own business in the lobby when I noticed this guy looking at me.  He smiled, then walked away.  Came back again, smiled, nodded, and walked away again.  I was trying to remember if I’d seen him before (tanned, well coifed hair, great teeth) but nothing was coming to me.  “Are you?...” he said to me.  “What’s your name?”  I introduced myself and he smiled even bigger.  It was Ted Lucia and he told me to cancel my cab because he would give me a ride.

Dinner was delicious and the company was even better.  Independent booksellers are some of the nicest people in the world.  So passionate about books.  About what they do.  So knowledgeable.  They are an incredible resource that everyone should tap into.  I’ve said this before, and I’ll keep saying it.  SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORE!!!  These people are invaluable to the book industry.  And to us writers. 

Throughout the evening I learned that Melissa Opel (not unlike myself) is a pretty average golfer who has great hand-eye coordination despite her swinging a golf club like a softball bat.  That Kira Porton is a children’s book fanatic who majored in philosophy (though isn’t sure why).  And that Judy Hobbs is a nurse-come-bookseller-come-cello player.  In fact, between these three fabulous booksellers (who all happen to play instruments) and myself we could start a pretty mediocre band.

Ted and Kathi were the perfect hosts and Melissa was spot on with her recommendation of the crab cakes!

Anyway, it’s time for me to get some breakfast.  I’ve made myself hungry thinking about last night’s food.  Bye for now…

Posted by Don Calame on 9.12.09 at 06:40 am in Prattlings. (0) Comments

Writing in the Bedroom & Revving Up For Hockey

If you want to be a writer you must be flexible. 

Not in the “I can do a backbend, I can touch my toes” kind of way.  But in the “I can write in my office, I can write in my bedroom” sort of way.  Or the “I can write in the morning, I can write in the evening” kind of way.  Or “I can write on my computer, I can write on a legal pad” way.  Because you never know when or where you will get the opportunity to write.  Or when or where the least noisy place in the house will be. 

Due to circumstances beyond my control, my writing space is not the best place for me to concentrate at the moment.  So my wife, in her infinite wisdom (and when I say infinite wisdom, I mean infinite wisdom) suggested I should set up a table in the corner of our bedroom and do my work there.  It turns out it is a very nice place to work, free of distractions and nicely tucked away. 

In the next several months I am going to be traveling quite a bit and will have to write on planes, on boats, in hotels and in airports.  It’s not an option to be precious about ‘a room of one’s own.’  The room is wherever you set up shot.  This past July my ‘room’ was the balcony of the Disneyland California Grand Hotel.  Later this week, my room will be a hotel room in Portland.  Next month, a ferry to Vancouver. 

I don’t know why I’m going on about this.  Probably for my own sake.  Reminding myself that the only thing you really need to write is a way to drop into your imagination and some way to document your imaginings. 

Let’s move on to something even more important.  Hockey preseason.  In just a few short weeks the hockey season will officially pre-begin.  The news stands are full of all the hockey yearbooks and fantasy hockey guides that signal a new season is just around the corner. 

It’s one of my favorite times of year.  That and Christmas and spring and Apple computer announcements (i.e. September 9th, big iPod announcement), and my birthday, and hockey playoffs, and fall movie time, and summer fruit time, and…

Anyway, it’s odd, but I feel like the old hockey season just ended.  Like the summer just flew by.  Already the air has that autumn crispness to it.  It’s like some time after June time sped up.  Actually, it feels like time has been speeding up for several years now.  It used to be that a week seemed like a long time.  Now, a month seems like no time at all (this could also have to do with the fact that the rewrite of my new book is due in about a month, but maybe not).

I have rambled far too long on this blog and am not sure I said anything of import.  At least it’s been fun to write, though, on my new Macbook Air (an infinite wisdom early birthday gift from my infinite wisdomy wife) which, I have to say, makes making a room of your own out of pretty much any place that much easier.

Posted by Don Calame on 9.7.09 at 07:24 pm in Prattlings. (0) Comments