Tuesday, March 10, 2009
black snow completed it epic, cross-country journey from winnipeg early this morning, arriving at the front door of my publisher's lawrencetown office. most of the 1,500 copies went to the nimbus warehouse, but a sizely stack was piled up in lesley choyce's front room when i got there this afternoon.
books are dangerous things, lesley explained. the trucker was grumpy already, having had to steer his 18-wheeler along the narrow dirt road that lesley lives on, and he certainly wasn't going to unpack them alone. lesley was reluctant - he'd been the nice guy last year, and agreed to bring up the rear as the trucker hauled the big slate of books up his driveway. things went badly and the books came careening back down on lesley, pining him against the truck. he escaped with no injuries - at least, no physical ones.
i suggested it would have been a poetic way to die, being crushed by your own books.
anyway, lesley and the trucker hauled them off the vehicle and stacked them in the driveway, which is where my books spent their first morning in nova scotia: drenched in sunshine and listening to the waves crash at lawrencetown beach.
i grabbed 100 copies and stuffed my yaris. it seemed callous to just have them bouncing around, but i couldn't find a babyseat i could rig to hold them. they're in my office now, sitting right beside me.
as i sat chatting in lesley's sunny library, i thought back to two years ago, when i visited him for an article i was writing for the daily news called confessions of an aspiring novelist. i confess i wasn't there entirely as a journo, but also as a slightly desperate and entirely unsuccessful writer.
i asked lesley what he was working on. curiously, in addition to a hitchhike nova scotia book, he's started a novel about a man whose wife suddenly goes missing. a year later, with no sign of what happened to her and no clue if she left or was taken, he decides to do the same thing himself and drops his old life for unknown adventure. curious, because i'm working on a hitchhike ns book and a novel about a guy who suddenly drops his life for unknown adventure.
we decided aliens are sending us messages, and the message is: move!
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