In my inbox this morning was an email from someone who lives about half way between Seattle and Tacoma, who saw my book on the display table at a Barnes and Noble. Wooo-hooooo! It’s on the tables!!! I’m so stoked I can’t even think straight. It’s on the table finally!

Anyway, he mentioned to me that he also writes paranormal and that I should introduce myself to the editors of Weird US. He gave me their contact info and so on. Although I can’t believe he saw my book and figured out a way to get a hold of me – I’m all giddy and stupid right now so I’ll have to update later.

Ghosts of Seattle comes out on Wednesday.  I confess that I’ve been so busy and stretched so thin with all the projects – that I haven’t actually planned a release event.  I haven’t called local stores to see if they’ll carry it or even tried to plan a trip to Seattle to work on promotions. Bad business practice, I know. But I’ll think of something soon.

The wrap party for Hexagenesis was Saturday night.  We saw the first fifteen minutes of the edited film, and I was surprised by how much fun it was to watch. 

Homemade sushi, wine, and great company – we crowded together in the living room to view what we’d all worked so hard on and it was a blast.  Uncomfortable in places.  Yes, that old idea that it’s difficult to see yourself onscreen is confirmed – I will have to some things immediately different in the way I act on camera – which makes the whole long process and learning curve powerfully worth the experience.

I left the party feeling depressed, and drove back to the reception party for Mongonoodle. Crying on the highway and thinking, “I recognize this sadness.” It’s the letting go stage of a project.  The finish line.

I’m sure I’ll see everyone from the project around.  Portland is small and we made great friends so – it’s not the losing of people that felt like an end.  I felt this sadness after I shipped the Ghosts of Seattle manuscript off to Schiffer for the last time.  It’s the release.

So I cried and went to the reception where I cracked open a bottle of Pyrat, my favorite rum, and toasted with myself to the end of a project and the completion of my first step toward a life of living the dream I want.

Then, too drunk to drive, I slept on Team Awesome’s couch with the cats and woke smiling.  I can’t explain it. I work exactly at 8am, happy and refreshed and ready for a new audition, which I have schedule for Tuesday afternoon.  

All in all – Plan A is well under way.