In January 2007, I set about to write a book, initially titled “Tonic for Writer’s Book: They Wouldn’t Let Me Bring the Gin.”
Perhaps I found the gin after all, or at least a bit of writer’s block, because my two-year project somehow stretched to four. Eight chapters grew to 21 and then shrank to 15. And, in keeping with contemporary times — or at least my publisher’s interest in refraining from references to alcohol in the title — the book acquired a new name.
Next week, Rowman & Littlefield Publishers will release that book, “Writing for Others, Writing for Ourselves: Telling Stories in an Age of Blogging.” If you’re interested, you can already order it at http://www.amazon.com, among other places. Or you can read a sample chapter for free at my new website, http://www.jerrylanson.com.
The book — with a bit of humor, I hope — traces my early struggles as a writer and shares a method I’ve used to bring some discipline and order to my process of putting words on the page. If you find that initial chapter interesting enough to want to read on, a friend advises I that should urge you to rush to Amazon on the same day to kick-start sales. But that’s just too weird for me.
Buy the book if you wish, when you wish. Do let me know what you think.
As for what comes next, I’m at a bit of a loss these days, struggling, among other things, to fit into my pre-maternity clothes after all this time.
Perhaps a bit of tonic, with just a spritz of gin, will help me figure things out.