Okay, here’s an idea… How about if I call these novels – I mean the ones this site is all about – The City of Dreams Series? Then I can title the individual books free from the “City of” moniker that I think of as the “son of Sam syndrome.” I like it. Could be I can sell the idea to Syd Miner, my editor, and she can sell it to Simon & Schuster’s marketing department. But I’m trying it on here first. Is it good for you? And my thanks to Diana Gabaldon. It was glancing at a list of her books that gave me the idea. (Outlander was the first title, then it became the name of the series.)
And as I tackle the February events promoting CITY OF GLORY, I’m still struggling with the bridge between writing and talking about writing. I’m thrilled with all the great feedback for the new book, of course. And I love meeting and talking with those of you who so kindly come out to these events (not to mention send e-mails, etc.) but none of it allows me to withdraw into that nether world where spinning a story takes place… At least not to go there and stay long enough to make the magic happen.
But I have hope… This gig at Rocky Sullivan’s Pub in NYC (on Lexington between 28th and 29th - which would have put it deep in the Manhattan wilderness in Holy Hannah’s day!) on Wednesday, February 21st seems to be the last for a while. So if you’re in or near our City of Dreams and care to meet up, and maybe down a Guinness in honor of the Women of Connemara, sure and it’s that glad I’ll be to see you.