The Trailer (Click the symbol next to "vimeo" for full screen)

Bill Warrington realizes he has Alzheimer's and his lucid days are numbered. Determined to repair a lifetime of damage with his estranged adult children, Bill takes off with his fifteen-year-old granddaughter, April, on a cross-country drive, bound for San Francisco, where she dreams of becoming a rock star. As the unlikely pair head west, Bill leaves clues intended to force his three children--including April's frantic mother--to overcome their mutual distrust and long-held grievances to work together to find them.

In this dazzling road trip of a novel, James King explores themes of aging, sibling rivalry, family dysfunction, and coming of age, against a backdrop of the American heartland. Unflinching, funny, and poignant, Bill Warrington's Last Chance speaks to the universal longing for familial reconciliation, love, and forgiveness.

Will Someone Please Make One of These For Me?

This is the perfect solution to balancing my Kindle while eating. My kindergarten teacher warned me to stay away from anything related to crafts. So... someone... please make this for me. Thanks. Instructions here:

http://www.chicaandjo.com/2009/09/03/make-a-custom-kindle-cover-case/

P.S. A more manly cover design, please.

On the Death of Publishing

Audio on... stick with it...

A Time to Write, a Time to Revise

As I am in the middle of the "vomit draft" for my next novel, I found this article on the Four Fails of Trying to Write the Last Draft First, by Mary W. Walters, particularly helpful... as I hope you will, too.

Trail(er) of Clichés

Came across this, courtesy of Pub Rants, while I was putting the finishing touches of a trailer for Bill Warrington's Last Chance. A bit long, but fun.

Eternity Defined

The sense of time experienced by a writer during the months between acceptance of all revisions by publisher and the actual release of the book.

The Write Place

Sometimes when I finish shoveling snow, I announce to my wife that we should rent a place somewhere warm for a few months. And why not? I'm a writer. I can work anywhere, right? Why not punch away at my keyboard on a beach or by a pool?

Just returned from someplace warm. Beautiful beach. Nice pool. Loads of time on my hands when I wasn't trying to re-book canceled flights. And how much writing did I get done?

Well, see, I kind of missed my desk, where I can spread out all my notes if I happen to have any. And my big computer monitor really helps me see more of the page I haven't yet completed. And my regular keyboard seems so much more tactile than the cramped laptop keys. And the mouse at home works so much better than that super sensitive touch pad on my laptop. And the chair that is so exquisitely contoured to the shape of my ever-expanding posterior...

How about you? Can you write anywhere? Or do you need that place of one's own?