Cons I’ll be Attending in 2020

So far, there are at least 2 conventions in my immediate future.

I will be at FOGCon in Walnut Creek, Ca, March 6-8, 2020. More importantly, I think, Aluminum Leaves will also be there, courtesy of Borderlands Books, who will have it on consignment. Borderlands is longstanding genre bookstore in San Francisco with great staff, a great history and a tradition of supporting emerging and local writers. It took me two days to work up the courage to call them, and the experience was not merely painless, it was pleasant! They were encouraging!


May 28-31, 2020, I’ll be attending the SFWA Nebula Weekend in Los Angeles. I’m working with the convention bookstore manager to find out if they will carry Aluminum Leaves there.

I haven’t registered yet but I plan to attend ReaderCon again since last year’s was so much fun. And AtomaCon was a blast (pun intended.)

I’ll update you!






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Dublin Murders: Lose the Damn Wolf

Dublin Murders, the latest adaptation from Starz, disappoints. It’s based on two Tana French novels, In the Woods and The Likeness. The premise is that two deeply troubled Dublin Garda cops, both outsiders, are partnered and solve murders, only see “deeply troubled” above. It doesn’t end well.

I always try to separate an adaptation from its source material. For several reasons here, it was especially difficult, but I’m going to give it a try. Series One (and I assume the only series) of Dublin Murders has eight episodes in which British copper Rob Reilly and female copper Cassie Maddox try to solve two different murders. There is a third mystery in the story which I’ll get to in a minute.

Before I start listing all the things I didn’t like, I want to address the things I did. I liked the cast a lot. Sarah Green and Killian Scott, who play Cassie and Rob, are each brilliant and each fully embody their characters. Conleth Hill plays the Superintendent, who seems to dislike all his detectives. He does an awesome job of constantly insulting and demeaning Maddox while simultaneously automatically assuming she’s the best D on the squad, which is hard to sell, but he manages. On the occasions when Cassie calls him out on his sexism he seems genuinely bewildered. Tom Lawlor-Vaughn plays another cop, Frank Mackey – maybe a Superintendent?—who ran Cassie when she was undercover in another division, and he manages to create a character where the writing fails to give him one, so good job there.

I love the locations. The show was filmed in northern Ireland, so, good on you for that one too.

What disappointed me was the storytelling.

The series serves up three mysteries. The first one is in the story’s present day, which I think is 2006. A young woman from the suburban neighborhood has been found in the woods, on an ancient stone altar that has been excavated as part of an archaeological dig. The area, and the woods, are slated for removal for a road. The naked body of Katie is found posed on the altar. This is Mystery 1. About three or four episodes in, Frank Mackey appears and yanks Cassie off this headliner case to investigate the murder of a woman who looks exactly like Cassie and is using the “legend” or fake identity that Cassie created for herself when she was undercover. Mystery 2. And then there’s the Ur-Mystery, the disappearance of two neighborhood children from Katie’s neighborhood, last seen playing in those very same woods, in 1988. Three children, Jamie, Peter and Adam, went into that woods that day. Later, one of them, Adam, was found screaming and amnesiac, his shoes covered in blood (not his own) his T-shirt in shreds, with no knowledge of what happened. Both Rob and the neighborhood reach the conclusion that Katie’s death is somehow connected to the disappearance, and a search begins for the adult Adam, who, it turns out, is closer than you might think. This is not really a spoiler since we learn it in Episode 1: Rob is Adam, whose parents sent him away to a British boarding school in the months following the disappearance of his friends. Cassie, who’s in the know about this, points out that investigating Katie’s murder will put Rob’s fake identity at risk. Cassie immediately works out a plan where she will act all “feminine” and get the vapors and say she can’t work on a child murder, casually sacrificing her career to protect her damaged partner. This is the first stupid thing we see Cassie do. It isn’t the last.

Of course, if they bow out of the case, the show ends, and we’re only at Ep One. Instead, Rob decides that they are they are the only ones who keep the truth from coming out, and so they agree to see the case through.

For a couple of episodes, the show gets good. Rob and Cassie are both good, observant detectives. They are good interviewers and they work well together. Plenty of possible suspects are served up and the show squeezes in a subplot about the road, the people who want to stop the roadway and protect the trees. There’s a brief holdover of a case Cassie worked undercover, which hangs around like a stalkerish ex for a couple of eps.

In case we might have somehow missed that Rob is a traumatized mess, though, we soon start seeing Rob’s self-destructive behavior outside of work hours. Here is one of the most annoying things of the show; Rob dreams or hallucinates a wolf stalking him in his apartment. A wolf.  We get more and more surreal flashbacks to the 1988 disappearance. Rob has dug out the old evidence boxes and is arranging the evidence in a fetishistic way… do you think we could figure out that he was troubled without dragging in a dog-actor? Rob, and really only Rob, has decided the death of Katie is somehow linked to the 1988 disappearance in the woods, even though the only thing these two crimes have in common is location. “They’re linked, they’re linked, they’re linked,” Rob chants, and of course he thinks they are because he’s, you know, obsessed, but they really aren’t. It’s Rob’s focus on the connections that suddenly brings Adam back into the public’s consciousness. This was good character development and good writing, and we didn’t need a big wolf-shaped neon sign to help us understand that Things Are Getting Weird Here.

I started worrying then, but I didn’t get really worried until Rob burns down his relationship with Cassie in  a predictable fit of self-destructiveness, and Mackey swoops in to carry her off to work a completely different case. And then Mackey sets up a baroque and unnecessary undercover sting scheme where Cassie impersonates the woman who was impersonating her, or at least her fake identity (got that?). I’ll address the adaptation issue in the paragraph below, but there is almost no excuse for Mystery 2 in Dublin Murders. They have forensic evidence that “Lexie” was murdered at the fancy country house owned by a guy named Daniel, who invited four young people to live there with him and created a creepy kind of commune. Pretending that “Lexie” is alive and having Cassie play her is a stupid way to address the murder… and it sidelines Cassie from Mystery 1.

(As you might guess from the name The Likeness, the “Lexie” murder is just about how French’s book sets up. In the book, physical evidence is thin, and there is a better pretext for Cassie to go in. If Starz had chosen to devote an entire series to The Likeness, they might have made Mystery 2 work.)

For about four of the eight eps we watch Cassie and the others prance around a fancy country house, getting drunk, getting high, and sometimes going into town to harass the townsfolk who don’t like them. Daniel is some kind of a puppet master, but not very well defined, and spends most of his time pointing to things in the house and saying “Mine, mine,” like the seagulls in Finding Nemo. Cassie pokes and provokes the other housemates, and does fatally stupid things at the order of the script, because otherwise they can’t make the denouement of this transparently thin subplot work. (In a house where the primary suspect in a murder goes around saying, “This is mine, that is mine, this is all mine,” let’s talk about where Cassie decides to hide her gun, for instance.)

But since no one, including the showrunners, really cares about Mystery 2, it wraps up surprisingly quickly, and we go back to following Rob as he flails about and finally, nearly, solves the murder of Katie. Or, he does solve it, but doesn’t completely uncover the criminal mastermind who is running the murderer. Then he does that too, but the mastermind will only talk to Cassie, and then the mastermind blows Rob’s cover as Adam.

Now we’re roaring down to the dark and Irish ending. Cassie and Rob both colluded to keep Rob’s real identity a secret. Rob has physically attacked a couple of fellow cops. He sexually assaulted his landlady in a drunken state, he warned off a potential witness in the case of Katie’s death, and he keeps seeing a wolf. Rob’s a mess. Cassie shot a man to death in self-defense; she plans to blow the whistle on Mackey for his half-baked scheme; but really, since she’s the woman, she’s going to carry the consequences of Rob’s behavior. Both these cops should be gone from the job because they’ve got no ethics; however, at the end Cassie is back with her good boyfriend, who tells her everything’s going to be all right (although why he thinks that is anyone’s guess), and Rob, facing disciplinary action, is sent off somewhere into the hinterlands. I guess this is so that they can cobble together a Series Two, God help us.

But I haven’t gotten to the worst part yet. (Hard to believe, I know.) Rob runs into Mackey as the loggers and dozer-drivers arrive to start stripping the forest. Mackey gets a few snarky lines, and Rob asks him if they’re found any bones. Nope, no bones. Mackey did find this cool rock with a petroglyph though. It’s some Celtic folkloric character called The Child-Taker. He offers it to Rob, who refuses. Rob walks away, and Mackey stares into the woods, where a wolf stares back. It’s something old and dark and supernatural, and remember? We set this up, yes we did, back when Rob hallucinated a wolf!

Yes, yes, we get it. You couldn’t trust yourself with the Ur-Mystery so you made up a pathetic supernatural element to fall back on.

It’s nearly impossible to talk about how irritating those final images are without talking about the source material. In the book, the Ur-Mystery is never solved either. French took a big chance with that, in a debut novel, but she had the writing chops to make it work literarily even if we were all mad at her for it. She didn’t scrounge around to find a folkloric creature to hide behind. It might indeed be the woods itself, the ancient trees, the darkness, the ancient interconnected web of growth that is indifferent to humanity, but whatever it is, it doesn’t hand out rock business cards. What drives Rob into his particular literary-style madness is the never-knowing, and honestly, the tropes that cheapened his character from the start in this show begin and end with that stupid wolf.

To restate; the show is gorgeous and many actors deliver excellent performances in a thin story that relies too heavily on its cast to make up for poor storytelling. The supernatural element was badly foreshadowed with the wrong predatory animal, and Mystery 2 is a bad distraction with no value of its own. I hope Tana French got a good payday for this, and I hope Starz stops here before making things even worse.






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The Books We Got for Christmas, 2019

It was a banner year for books! I’ll start from the bottom and go clockwise, finishing up with the two “pocketbooks” in the middle.

Ravenmaster is for me. It’s written by Christopher Skaife, Yeoman Warder of the Tower and London, and the tower’s raven master. It’s first up! I can barely wait.

An Unkindness of Magicians, by Kat Howard. I know nothing about this book, but, man, that title.

Shapeshifters, a History, also for me (I see a theme emerging.) This is a history of the mythology of shapeshifters, a good reference book.

West with the Lightning, a history of the Pony Express, by Jim DeFelice, is for Spouse, from me. The Pony Express was short-lived, but captured our imaginations. I think he’ll be interested to find out the history behind the legendary messenger service.

The Starless Sea is Erin Morgenstern’s long-awaited second novel, after The Night Circus. The cover resonates with Alix E. Harrow’s The Ten Thousand Doors of January. I plan to start it right after I finished Ravenmaster.

The Abalone King of Monterey was given to me by Matt and Suzanne; local Monterey/Salinas history. Looks like fun!

An Obvious Fact by Craig Johnson is a Longmire book. It’s a misfire as a gift, since Spouse has already read it. I’ll have to return it in trade for a Longmire mystery he hasn’t read.

The book on the very end of the loop is not prose; it’s a journal my friend Linda brought from India. It was paired with a pen made from a coriander branch. If that doesn’t provide inspiration, nothing will.

We always get each other a stocking stuffer pocketbook, usually used, to read over New Year’s, and then we trade off. From left to right, Susanna Gregory’s A Deadly Brew is an historical mystery, while Laura Lippman’s Another Thing to Fall is a mystery/thriller and seems to be part of a series, although we haven’t read anything else by her.

That’s it! That’s my report. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find out what it’s like to wrangle ravens in the Tower of London.












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Christmas, 2019

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The Wheel of the Year

2019’s been a hell of year, hasn’t it?

It’s nearly solstice and I planned to write an introspective piece on the year, mainly because I never did my “Things I’m Thankful For” column. When I sat down I was immediately confronted by the gaping rift in 2019, at least for me. Personally, it has been one of the most successful years of my life. It’s hard to reconcile that with the shrieking, blood-and-entrails horror-movie that the year has been in the rest of the world.

I believe that history is cyclic, but I believe that the trend of those cycles is toward positive progress. I also believe in physics, and reactions. The progress toward inclusiveness, compassion and equality awakened fear in a lot of people, and they came back with that “equal and opposite” thing. It helps their cause that much of “inclusion” included globalization, which was another way for large businesses to exploit people. And it helps the reactionaries, those whose fear drives them to hatred and violence, that large moneyed interests supported them, and that other nations were able to compromise our electoral system.

In 2019 we saw firsthand what President Obama warned us about with Citizens United, and what privacy activists warned us about with large social media platforms. And we were reminded that money’s first loyalty is always to money.

We can recover from this, and we will, and we will regain the ground that has been ripped away from us as long as we don’t get mired in a defeatist-fest where we act like this is the end of things. That said, the way back isn’t going to be short, or pleasant.

For me personally, 2019 was a different kind of a year.

I had a book published! A real live book that I could hold in my hands. And some people read it!

I had a couple of stories come out in anthologies in 2019, too.

I went to ReaderCon for the first time, and met a writing god, John Crowley.

We remodeled the living room into a beautiful library that provides tranquility and spiritual nourishment (and a place to stack the wrapped Christmas presents!).

We had several delightful visits from our friend Sharon, and spent Thanksgiving with her son and daughter in law. We had a great time.

It wasn’t all good. I’m still nagged by one or two health issues, even though I’m been good about getting exercising, kept some weight off, and have my blood pressure controlled even if it is through medication.

And I got to evacuate my house at 3:20 in the morning, which was a frightening experience even though it all worked out well.

The Kincade Fire evacuation had a good side for me; Spouse and I both got to know our immediate neighbors a little better.

I am working hard on the first sequel to Aluminum Leaves.

I continue to live my fantasy of working in a bookstore, at least one day a week.

So, personally, 2019 wasn’t a pollution-spewing tire fire. It was… well, it was pretty good, and I am very grateful.

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Solstice night is the longest night of the year in the northern hemisphere. It’s often cold. People celebrate the holiday with light and warmth, welcoming back the longer, warmer days that let seeds germinate and grow, and provide light for hunting, cooking, raising the kids, living. Winter solstice is a holiday of hope. In the darkest time of the year we seek light, and we live confident that the light will return.

For me, I’m not confident what “the light” means. I hope for the best for the 2020 elections but I fear the worst. In this, I’m not alone. What the light returning means for me is that I have to – and I will – hold onto my compassion, by passion, my strength. I will reach out to my friends and my community. I will do what I can to help those who need it.

It is, at least, a mixed blessing to live through a time you know will make it to the history books, and that’s what we’re doing. That’s what 2019 was. It’s been a hell of a year. And, slowly, the wheel will turn. And we’ll survive to see it move, and the light return.






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Reading the Field

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a friend who is a developing writer who plans to write science fiction. We started talking about who they had read, and it emerged that they haven’t read the field recently. They’re a fan of the golden age and pulp-age works and some New Wave.

“It helps if you read the field,” I said.

“Really? Why?” they said.

I’ll admit, that stopped me in my tracks.

Why read the field? Why read what’s being published now in a genre you enjoy and want to share in? My knee-jerk response would have been, “Well, why wouldn’t you?” That really isn’t responsive, though. There are reasons to read the genre in which you plan to write, and reasons to read current of at least more recent works.

Award-winning books in the field tell you what fans, or fellow-writers, think is noteworthy, well done, original and/or entertaining. Like any award in the entertainment fields, the Hugos, the Nebulas and the Dragon Awards are all subjective. If you wanted to argue that they are susceptible to cronyism, political manipulation and groupthink, I wouldn’t disagree. At the most crass and materialistic level, though, it helps to keep an eye on what’s popular, and what the popular writers are doing for marketing purposes.

Staying with the crass and materialistic for a moment, “comps” are one thing agents use to decide if they want to represent a work or a writer. If you haven’t read The Fifth Season, The Calculating Stars, or Record of a Spaceborn Few, you’re going to have trouble comparing your work to those. And if you say, “My work springboards off of Robert E. Heinlein’s Starship Troopers,” you may have a hard sell on your hands unless you’re talking to Baen.

Reading the current field can save you from those embarrassing blunders, where you think you’ve come up with a story that is, like, totally, breath-takingly original– Hah, she’s an AI! Betcha didn’t see that coming! –only to have every submission whirl back to you like a boomerang because this is a story that editors have seen forty-seven million times.

As much as speculative fiction plays with the future (or alternate histories) it, like all fiction, exists in dialogue with current social issues. I’d argue social, scientific and technical issues. A modern-day writer in the USA isn’t going to make the mistake, for instance, of writing a story set in the future in which an inventor creates an elaborate device that allows you to contact anyone in the world, download information instantly, get directions and even watch movies and TV on a handheld device. That’s a cellphone; almost everyone you know has one now.

What you might do, however, is come up with a clever idea where people engage in more and more outrageous and dangerous behavior to drive up their approval ratings on some sort of social media platform. Maybe people with high approval/recognition scores even get perks from corporations, stores and name brands because of their recognition. You might this this is fresh and new. If you had read the field, you’d know that it isn’t.

If you’re not reading the current field, you may think your story about migration caused by a warming planet and rising oceans is innovative. It isn’t. It would really help you out if you’ve read recent works that dealt with global warming, so that your story takes an approach that is  new, speaks to you personally, and hasn’t been done and overdone.

Another reason to read the field? Inspiration. The arts exist in dialogue and community with other art forms, and with forms within their field. Reading a tough, thought-provoking series like N.K. Jemisin’s The Broken Earth may spark a thought, a completely random one, that’s going to lead to a breakthrough for you. The Calculating Stars, Mary Robinette Kowal’s inspiring alternate history book might make you wonder what life on earth would be like, if an asteroid did the kind of damage she imagines. Her books deal with going into space; there’s plenty of room to play with the changes people make to survive and thrive. If science article or tech articles can inspire, why not the literature of the field?

If you have thoughts about why you should read your field, I’d love to see them in the comments. If you believe being current is unnecessary, I’d like to see your thoughts about that too.


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The Mystery of Royalties

In the past, royalties were as mysterious to me as alchemy. Now I have some though, so I have undertaken a study of these arcane payments.  I’m here to report out to you what I have learned.

The Oxford Dictionary defines royalties as payments made to a patent-holder, author or composer of a work for each use of that work, or for each copy sold of that work in the case of books. For most writers this is a percentage of the cover price.

With books, writers usually get paid in two kinds of ways; royalties, and advances against royalties. The Big Five/New York publishers; Hachette, MacMillian, Simon and Schuster, Penguin Random House and Harper Collins, almost always pay an advance. As the name implies and the full name states, this payment is against future royalties. If you get $50,000 up front for your book, the publisher takes a bigger chunk of your royalties until they recoup the $50,000. Many advances are split into two or more payments; one (half) on signing the contract, the second when the book is delivered, or published, or whatever the contract says.

Legally, if the writer has met their part of the contract and delivered the book, the publisher cannot demand the advance back if the book doesn’t earn enough for them to recoup it. If the writer fails to deliver, they can (and have) demanded the return of the advance.

If a book doesn’t “earn out its advance,” though, the author is no longer considered a good risk. As a reader, have you ever found a series you liked, that ended abruptly mid-story (no, I don’t mean George RR Martin’s epic, but other ones)? That might be because the books were not good earners, and the Big Five publisher doesn’t particularly care that there are thousands of ardent fans waiting for Book Three.

Smaller presses and indie presses may choose to offer no-advance contacts. This is mainly a way to be sure they stay profitable and are able to pay their writers what they promised. A shoestring operation isn’t going to embrace the idea of fronting money for something they haven’t seen yet.

And how much is a royalty, percentage-wise? I think this can change from publisher to publisher, but in my case it’s something like this:

  • for hardcopy books, 10% of the cover price. For every hardcopy of Aluminum Leaves sold, I get $.69.
  • for electronic books (Kindle) I get 50% of the publisher’s proceeds. Amazon takes about 30% off the top (I assume that’s the same for hardcopy books) and the remainder goes to the publisher. I get half of that. Let’s say it’s 35% of the purchase price, which sounds awesome, until you remember that ebooks run between $.99 and $3.99, and Amazon chooses to set the price. I make (I think) 3 ½ cents on each $.99 cent Kindle sale. At $3.99 I’d a little better. I would make over a dollar! I don’t think Amazon has offered Aluminum Leaves for $3.99 yet, nor ever will.
  • add into that mix Kindle Unlimited. KU offers the first ten pages of a book for free. If you read them and you’re hooked, you can buy the Kindle book. Amazon tracks the number of pages read, applies a formula and uses that to give the publisher a figure and a payment that represents, in Amazon’s mind anyway, the number of books that were sold via KU. It’s probably not quite the actual page count of the book.

Royalty payments are made either quarterly or semi-annually, and the payments usually come at least a month (more likely two months) after the quarter ends. This is to let the publisher adjust for returned books, and, let’s face it, any business is going to hold on to Accounts Payable money as long as they can to squeeze out those few pennies of interest. In my case, the pay schedule is addressed in my contract, and so far, with one payment, they’ve followed the contract.

So, that’s what I’ve learned so far. This doesn’t address things like audio rights, about which I know nothing. Maybe I’ll have more to share later on. As for now, I got my first royalty statement and my first royalty check, and I can take Spouse and me out to dinner, as long as it’s at a food truck or the burrito place, and Spouse springs for the drinks.

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The SFWA Nebula Reading Suggestions

When I met John Hartness at AtomaCon, he told me that he had put Aluminum Leaves on the SFWA suggested reading list for the Nebulas.

I’m excited to be on this list. The Nebula is voted on by SFWA members, but being on the list is a definite plus. It raises the profile of the story, and that can only be good.

Take a look at the list, and then flip over and browse the novels list. Great books on here!

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Packing for AtomaCon

Tomorrow I’m heading to South Carolina for AtomaCon 2019, where I hope to meet, face to face, John and Melissa, publisher and assistant publisher. I’ll also be hanging out with Con and writing friend Tania Burchell, who I met first at HawaiiCon. Tania is a science writer and a radio astronomer.

I notice how I pack and what I pack has changed over the decades. One change is so obvious I tend to overlook it. When I was in my twenties and thirties, most trips were road trips, and packing was a less crucial issue (because I could throw nearly anything into the car and call it good.) However, age, air travel and technology — and maybe experience — have changed what I bring and what I don’t.

In the old days, I think about 75% of what I brought was clothing and toiletries. The remainder was books, notebooks and pens.

Now, especially if I’m flying, the percentages shift pretty dramatically. I’ve gotten closer to figuring out what I need (and don’t need) in the way of clothing, at least for the most part. Clothes are probably no more than 60% of packing now. I try to always have:

  • a sun hat
  • an umbrella
  • water resistant coat/jacket
  • flip-flops

I tend to bring more tops and fewer slacks/trousers now, using the One Pair for Every Two Days rule.

Filling up my luggage now:

  • laptop/jetpack portable modem
  • charger cords
  • medication
  • extra medication
  • spare glasses (SEE: The Continental Rift Ate my Glasses)
  • travel first aid kit
  • phone and phone charger
  • business cards (hardly worth mentioning, but a change)
  • notebooks
  • books
  • a flat rate USPS box when I’m going to a convention, so I can ship back bulky items like books

Yes, even though I bring two devices that allow for writing AND connect to the internet, I still bring notebooks and pens, and I still bring paper books, because that’s just who I am.

My pre-flight check-list contains a few things it didn’t thirty years ago, too. Things like, “Check Ride-Hailing Apps and update credit card data if necessary,” and “Get Passport.” Even though I have the vaunted Real ID, I still bring my passport, because… well, because I’m superstitious or something, I guess. It’s still the primary ID, so I have it if I need it.

Then I check my flight and hotel information six or seven times. Because that’s just how I roll.


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Four Eyed Frog

This will never get old

On Sunday, November 10, I did a book event in Gualala, at the Four-Eyed Frog. I sold one book, and three supportive friends drove down from Mendocino to hang out. Otherwise attendance was not good. It was still a fun event and I’m glad I did it.

Joel, the original founder of the store and the current manager (he left and came back), said he had a national-selling author the day before, and they had four people show up. Bookstore events are flukey. And I got a chance to talk to a handful of people in the store before the event started, so the word got out.

The Frog is in Cypress Village, on your right as you’re heading north on Highway 1.

We decided to make a weekend of it and stay at St. Orre’s, which is where we always stay. The place was full, but they got us into one of the small Creekside cabins, Fern Canyon. These individual cabins are set up more like conventional hotel rooms. In this case, we had a stunning view of the redwood trees marching down to the creek, and that large deck is a perfect place to sit with a coffee or an alcoholic beverage, or a glass of water, and commune with the trees.

Fern Canyon, Wake Robin and Sorrel Glen are some of the first cabins built on Creekside. That box on the porch is the breakfast box.
The trees are beautiful, but it’s clear they are still in some distress following the long dry spell.

When Joel moved away, the fate of the Frog was precarious, but a cooperative of people came together and put together an offer. I think you can call this a community-owned bookstore, although most co-owners are not interested in working in their investment. The store has rebounded, with books on the shelves and sales steadily trending upward. “Books on the shelves” sounds obvious; I was in there a few times when that was not the case.

This guy was clearly used to people.

Doug, Claire and Barbara, who came down, sat and chatted and we talked about books (and the book,) and then Doug said, “Well, are you going to read, or what?” I had planned to read a section from the second chapter, but since it was them, I read the opening, which again deals with a wildfire.

I would not call the event a marketing success (although Joel did ask me to leave him some more books on consignment), but it was fun, and validating, and I could not have created a better audience.

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