Last weekend I sold my book to a fellow artist, Lindsay. Yesterday, she arrived at my house baring 17 beautiful pen and ink drawings that illustrate her response to the work I've called Body Trade. So exquisitely tender, so open-hearted is Lindsay's work, I am moved beyond words. I will display her work at the book launch tomorrow so that it can inform the readers. I am so proud that this has happened, so proud and so humbled. Body Trade, if you sit with it, calls forth a response. This is what I needed to hear and know. The literary critics can't touch the book now. Lindsay's drawing say it all. So blessed. Masi cho
Yes, Body Trade is out. It's a product. "Treat it as a product." That's the advice I've been given. My product is $19.95 but, oh the emotions it stirs. What is that worth? What is it to devote four years of your life to writing a book that has been brewing since an airplane when down 39 years ago in some barrenlands in the forgotten countryside of the Territories? Since a 14 year old Inuk boy starved to death.
The Highway of Tears blurs my vision. All the little Rosies that went down that road. I hold you close, little sisters. I have written this book for you.
Oh, it's a Kobo download too. A Kobo download. And Kindle and I-books. I need to post links, direct traffic, but, this night, with sleep in my mind and a book launch that must honour and not diminsh these beautiful girls I've spent the last four years with, I just don't feel like I can.
So exciting, Body Trade is being sent. To me. To bookstores. To reviewers. It's coming out. I've got a launch date, September 30th at HTAC, I've got invites for lots of people (come one, come all) I've got energy for the project, I've got a good feeling about this one, I'm figuring out pdfs and listserv and website updates and even access to this blog. Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks. It's a beautiful cover, lovingly designed, meticulously published. I'm afraid my techno-phobia is causing my poor publisher grey hair, but I'm getting it. The book should hit the stores next week and the promo is going out. Why to I feel so tremulous? And, did I just make that word up? Gentle readers, what I believe is an important story is about to hit the stands....
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