Note: Model in photograph, although strikingly similar in overall manly appeal, is not actually Mitch Teemley
A Novel Proposition
Exciting, terrifying news! I’m confabbing with a major publisher to do a novelization of my feature film Over-the-Rhine, both due for release in 2018!
Exciting because, well, duh. And terrifying because, in order to market the book and film synergistically (give yourself 50 smart points for knowing that word), I’ll have to finish the book, like, yesterday. I would have been terrified anyway, since I’m a writer and a writer is, by definition, someone who believes themself to be both: a) a prodigious genius on the verge of bestowing an inestimable gift upon the world, and, b) a deluded hack on the verge of discovering they have no right to occupy even the tiny tract of soil they currently crouch upon.
Honestly, I’ve been looking for an excuse to launch into another “big project,” and this is the one I’ve been aching to do. So even if this publisher ends up passing, I’ll finish the book and approach other publishers I (sort of) know.
I apologize in advance to my blogger buds if I miss a few house calls due to being waylaid in storyland. Also, many of my posts over the coming couple of months will probably be stream-of-consciousness quickies.*
Like this one.
*Not intended to sound suggestive–unless it makes me seem clever, then it’s intended.