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The Accident of a Cohesive Novel: How The Call for Something Came About.

Since I joined Facebook and announced to people that I have written and published a novel, I have been hearing from a lot of people I haven’t seen in years! I am thrilled and also a little freaked out by all the direct messages on my Facebook page, but I want to honor some of the questions that I received. They are a great excuse to post things to my blog, so I’m going to break them up into blog posts. The first one I will summarize as:

How did “The Call for Something” Come About? Here goes…

In general, The Call for Something came about as a result of a habit of writing – even a compulsion to do so. Circumstantially, at the time that I began writing, I found myself with a hell of a lot of time on my hands. And specifically, if the truth be told, I was pretty drunk in the moments immediately preceding the first words of the book. This last detail is arguably incidental; but if you’re curious as to the particular circumstances under which the story was conceived, I wouldn’t be telling the whole truth if I left this admission out.

The Call for Something was a long time in coming – I’d written so many poems, essays, short stories and ramblings by that time, that the accident of a cohesive novel probably had to happen sooner or later. Much like the mathematical theorem which asserts that a monkey randomly hitting keys on a typewriter will eventually combine to produce King Lear. I’m pretty sure that if you were to sleuth through all the literary verbiage I’d piled up prior to my tapping out this novel, you’d be able to find all the seeds of this story in that massive, gargantuan heap. But that wouldn’t be necessary. It occured to me, in those seminal moments just before the book’s beginning, that within everything I’d written so far, there seemed to be a unifying theme that had been tying all my ramblings together. Suddenly everything presented itself in a cohesive whole; I can actually recall a physical feeling when the idea seemed to fall into my lap.

There are three events in The Call for Something that did actually happen to me. Two of those I fictionalized as I went along; the third is almost entirely true to life, and yet so implausible it would have been considered bad fiction if I’d recounted it precisely as it happened, ironically.

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Marketing Blunder or Marketing Genius?

So, I took my sister’s advice and I sent out an email to all my friends announcing that I had published a book. Well, that’s not exactly how it happened. As soon as (the self-publisher I worked with) told me that it was available for sale, I emailed my friends, family and others to let them know it was available. I hadn’t yet received my own copy. Then, my sister keeps going on and on about marketing the thing and that I need to do something.

Then, I got the book. It came in the mail with some additional copies, and I was so excited to break the spine on “The Call for Something” all bound and crisp. ┬áBut I don’t know what happened. It just felt so weird. I started perusing the pages, and I felt so… exposed, or something. And it just felt like crap. Like the whole book was like a party turned sour after a night of beer pong and car bombs.

I couldn’t stop myself. I headed straight for my laptop and banged out a letter apologizing to my friends and family for announcing the birth of the novel. I told them, among many other things of course,

“I take my leave in thanks and in apology to those who have purchased my recorded ruminations so thoroughly digested and passed, it seems, more through my bowels than my brain.”

Not surprisingly, the letter resulted in a phone call from my sister, who immediately took to admonishing me for my letter of apology and regret. That led to more admonitions from my mom who echoes just about everything my sister says when it comes to marketing.

More strangely, it would seem, my sister who dragged her feet to order the book after my first email (the one where I was so excited about having a book published) ended up turning around and ordering (not one, mind you, but) five paperback novels, telling the pathetic tale of 22-year-old Del Booker.

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