Thomas Mullen

Just returned from trips to Seattle and Denver. Seattle is always fun to visit because a) it rocks, b) it has lots of great coffeeshop for me to work in, and get entirely too caffeinated in, c) I have had uncommonly good luck with weather there -- once again, it was spectacularly beautiful during my stay, and "the mountains were out," and d) because my first novel was set in Washington state, people seem to like me there. I had a great time meeting bookstore folks and readers, many of whom had kind things to say about The Last Town on Earth. Here's hoping they still feel that way after they read The Many Deaths of the Firefly Brothers!

Denver was interesting. (And I won't bore you with my travel adventure getting there, the all-day delay and cancellation in the Atlanta airport, my finally flying to the wrong city just so I could get to Colorado somehow, my renting a car to drive to Denver very late at night, etc -- those stories are never as interesting to other people as they are to you).

I was in Denver first of all for the annual First Year Experience conference, a meeting of college professors, deans, and administrators who help organize their respective schools' Freshmen Orientation weekends. Because more and more schools are doing the One Book thing, in which they assign one book to all incoming freshmen so they'll all have something to talk about when they show up on campus, Random House hosts a luncheon at the conference. I was one of five featured authors, basically there to pitch our books and explain why we think it would be a great choice for their schools. If you ever doubted that writers had to be salespeople too, doubt no longer.

It was sort of like literary speed-dating, as each author had 12 minutes on stage to do our thing. (We were timed.) It was fun, though, and a great way to meet readers and potential readers. And it was an honor to be a part of such a distinguished panel; the other authors were civil rights pioneer Carlotta Walls LaNier, whose new memoir, A Mighty Long Way chronicles her experience integrating a high school in Little Rock, with National Guardsmen and angry locals surrounding her; Dana Canedy, whose memoir, A Journal for Jordan, tells the story of her husband, a soldier who was killed in Iraq and who left behind a journal of fatherly advice for their son, then 6 months old; Bill Strickland, a MacArthur genius-grantee, whose book Make the Impossible Possible explains his philosophy in building arts training centers in inner-city neighborhoods; and Warren St. John, whose Outcasts United tells the tale of a youth soccer team (set in Clarkston, GA, just down the road from my house) comprised exclusively of war refugees from numerous countries. Warren's is the only one of those books I've read thus far (loved it), but the others sound great. I was the only novelist up there, and I didn't quite feel worthy of being up there with people who have lived such amazing stories -- I merely make mine up! But I may never again sit at table with such a distinguished and varied group of writers.

I was at the conference promoting Last Town, and then it was on to radio stations and bookstores to talk about my new book, Firefly Brothers. A crazy day. Let's just say that even my limited experience with book tours has given me a new appreciation for why so many rock musicians become drug addicts or alcoholics -- the stresses of travel, the weird eating schedules, the adrenaline highs and stresses and sudden crashes all take some getting used to. Um, not that I'm recommending drugs or alcohol or anything. (I do have a writer friend who insists he needs a drink before he can get on stage, but personally, I don't think that would work for me. Especially on the West Coast, when I'm already jetlagged and sleepy.)

OK, home n ATL for today, then tomorrow it's off to the snowy Midwest -- first Cleveland, then Minneapolis. The adventure continues...

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