little baby book

I show up at my editors’ house at 7 p.m. When you’re with a small press on a two-city book tour, you don’t stay in a hotel. You stay at Jim and Kelly’s place on the second floor of a house directly under a flight path. But they grill ahi tuna on their balcony at sunset, point out the place down the street that used to be a crack house, the downtown buildings that eclipse the harbor. Their two-year-old son licks the slab of fish on Jim’s plate when he’s not looking.

“I think he wants a bite,” Kelly says.

They’re raising him one part Alternative Childrearing Philosophy, one part Laidback Bohemian. Which means, as Kelly explains during lunch the next day, “We bring him everywhere with us, and we usually forget to bring along any toys. So he has to be really engaged with the world around him.”

Jim and Kelly’s house is not quite a mess, but when I look for a place to set down my book, I cannot find a free patch of table or countertop. This is good—Kelly and Jim are professors, writers, publishers, parents and activists. If they were excellent housekeepers on top of that, I might have to hate them.

My book, the one I literally couldn’t put down—well, it exists. It can be annoying when writers compare their books to children, but they do have this in common: When I see it, with the cover Lee-Roy designed and a cute little ISBN on its spine, it is at once miraculous and unbelievable, and also something that always was and was always meant to be. Of course. Of course you are mine, little baby book. Look, you have my eyes.

Comments

Tracy Lynn said…
Hey dude, if I order a copy will you autograph it for me?
I am SO SO SO proud of you! Can't wait to get it at your reading!

When is Calla coming out??? You're going to be super-prolific soon!
the last noel said…
Wow, congrats on the birth!
Anonymous said…
Congratulations - how exciting! Your little baby book is beautiful. Is she sleeping through the night yet?
erin said…
Yay! Yay! Yay! Congratulations on your bundle of joy... I was going to say it had your mouth, but now that you mention it... it is the eyes...
Congratulations!
Nance said…
Cheryl, congratulations. I am in awe. Muchly.
Cheryl said…
Thanks, everyone. I do sign autographs--while wearing giant sunglasses, sipping Evian and looking vaguely annoyed.

The next book--Calla Boulevard--will be out just as soon as I get off my ass and find an agent, and as soon as the publishing industry decides there's money in Big Fat Lesbian Novels.

As for The Commuters, it BETTER not sleep through that night. I want that baby to be LOUD (which would mean yes, it has my mouth).
Anonymous said…
I got tingles reading that entry!
Yay Cheryl!

It's heather by the way... I'll
be the sneaky anonymous one.
Cheryl said…
Thanks Heather. I like to know who I'm tingling.
Lee-Roy said…
Okay, yer freakin me out with this image! ACK! I know there must be some reason why the colors are inverted, but I don't know what it is and the design side of my brain has just turned upside down. People of the blorld, just imagine the opposite of the colors you are seeing.

Anyway, I am so happy for you and am looking forward to the official official release. Keep me posted. We'll need to celebrate.
Cheryl said…
Yeah, I don't know what's up either. The jpg in my computer is totally normal. Blorld, you heard Lee-Roy: Put your imagination caps on. And while you're at it, imagine that the writing is really, really perfect, and there are no confusing parts.
I really like the concept of inverted colors and how it's messing with LR's brain! Hah, hah. The book cover is beautiful either way, and what's inside I bet is even better. Look forward to reading the real deal.

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