The few, the proud…no, not the U.S. Marines, I’m talking about the friends and family that showed up for my final reading of the year from my novel Two Birds this past Sunday up in Biddeford. Katie and Michael, the good people at Elements: Books Coffee Beer, organized the event, for which I am grateful. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…wait for it…even when I’m not there signing books or singing songs, it’s a wonderful place to be. If you haven’t been there, rectify the oversight.
I say “my final reading of the year,” even though it may simply be “my final reading.” For reasons better suited for my memoirs, I have parted ways with my publisher. Two Birds is being removed from Amazon, so, for the foreseeable future, the novel may only be purchased at the stores that ordered it (and presumably still have copies on their shelves), including Kennebooks, Nonesuch Books in Biddeford, RiverRun Book Store in Portsmouth, and Longfellow Books in Portland. Plus, there are several signed copies available for purchase at Elements (265 Main St., Biddeford). Consider them Extremely Limited Editions. I know I do.
It may well be that another edition will be published at some point; if that happens, I’ll be sure to let you know. In the meantime, I should thank those of you who have not only bought the book, but also came to my readings, offered feedback and criticisms, and, in general, been supportive of my endeavors.
I’m currently at work on a series of interrelated short stories – one of which, “Three Boat Lengths,” I read at Sunday’s event, and which also served as the basis for my debut column for November’s edition of The Village. Also in the works is the sequel to Two Birds, which my friend John suggests I call One Stone.
Naturally, I wish things had gone better with my debut novel. But if this is my worst problem, life is pretty damn sweet.