The official description of my new
novel, The Long Way Home, reads like
this: In this
heartwarming and humorous novel, four strangers brought together by grief join
forces for a road trip that becomes an unexpected adventure and a journey
toward reconciliation, healing, and love.
When people ask me what the book is
about I usually say it’s the story of four women, strangers at the start, who
wind up going on a road trip together. I like the idea of a storyline involving
a journey that leads to unconventional friendships, and I find it apropos given
how I arrived at this place in my career.
I’m happy to say I’m an author with
books published by Amazon Publishing and Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, but this is a fairly recent development. Back in 2009, having tried and failed to get numerous
novels published traditionally, I self-published six books on Kindle. My goal
was to reach readers who hopefully would like my books (and maybe make a little
money too).
My books weren’t out for very long
before I got an email from a reader named Kimberly. The heading of her message
said, “YOU ARE HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The email exclaimed over my books, and used even more exclamation
points. I read her words many times, thrilled beyond belief that someone loved
my work. Kimberly and I had almost nothing in common, as I was to find out over
many emails. She lives in Las Vegas, I’m in Wisconsin. She’s young; I’m kind
of… not so young. Kimberly has dogs, I have kids. And on and on. And yet, we
connected in a profound way.
Around the same time, another reader,
Alice, discovered my books and took it upon herself to talk them up on the
Amazon message boards, which led to other wonderful readers mentioning them to
others. Alice single-handedly started the kind of buzz marketing departments
try to create, but can’t without genuine word of mouth recommendations.
Just as I did with Kimberly, I
connected with Alice, first through the message boards, and then via email.
Alice lives in Massachusetts and has a very different life than mine, and yet,
just like with Kimberly, we’ve established a friendship of the Internet
variety. I’m extremely grateful to her, since I’m convinced her efforts led to
the increased sales that earned me my publishing contracts. Plus, her emails,
like Kimberly’s, make me laugh.
In The Long Way Home, the four main characters would never have met socially.
They’re of varying ages, from early twenties to mid-seventies, and the
circumstances of their lives are vastly different. Yet, they each have
something to offer. There’s Jazzy, a young psychic, grappling with how to live
her life while getting messages from spirits; Marnie, who’s wasted years
letting other people make decisions for her; Rita, who desperately wants to
know the truth about her daughter’s death, and Laverne, a widow, who has no
idea how to filter what comes out of her mouth. Mishaps happen on the road, and
the four women have to rely on each other.
In the book, as in life, it turns out
that the person you might not have picked as a friend is exactly the person you
need.
I my case, I’m glad that through this
novel I can properly thank my new friends, the two women I never would have met
socially, or otherwise. I asked Kimberly if I could name a character after her
and she enthusiastically said yes (followed by many exclamation points).
The book is dedicated to Alice. I thought it was the least I could do.

