I can’t believe it’s been exactly one year since Falling From The Moon was published.
The year started out normal enough with a debut event at my grad school alumni reunion in January. After that there were great book events planned. The Writers Festival and the San Diego Union Tribune Festival of Books. There was a planned reading at the Women’s Museum of California in honor of the 30 year anniversary of Redwood Summer.
I had looked forward to sharing excerpts of the books with potential readers who are interested in alternative culture, saving the planet, and creating community. Like so many others, I had to pirouette publicity, readings, community organizing and so much more. From writing an article for Communities Magazine on community building during a pandemic, to participating in the Mythologium via Zoom, I’ve been networking, connecting, and talking about the novel with anyone and everyone.
I’ve entered award competitions, reached out to book clubs, and been interviewed in numerous small, local newspapers and news magazines.
Then the unthinkable happened. My publisher passed away suddenly in December and now I’m adrift without support and guidance. I guess it’s up to me to invent the next phase of the journey . I’ll do that as soon as I can dig myself out of my grief.