the galleys arrive.

Now for the moment things appear to be going very badly with me, and this has been so for a considerable time already, and may continue so in the future for a while; but after everything has seemed to go wrong, there will perhaps come a time when things will go right. I do not […]

the cover.

What a long strange journey: writing a book. In the past two years I’ve moved out of New York City, back to Connecticut, over to Scotland, back and forth to Los Angeles, stayed in Napa Valley and San Francisco and driven through Maryland and landed for a week in Jamaica, toured London in a whirlwind […]