Well,
I have to admit it was easy. I’m sorry. That’s probably going to offend
a lot of young novelists. But I promise you, it was a complete
surprise to me, something I never expected in my wildest dreams.
Here’s
the background: I’d already written more than a dozen nonfiction books
when my first novel showed up in my head like an uninvited guest. It was
a complete surprise. The thing about writing all those other books is
that it’s like learning to play the piano: the more books you write the
better you become. I don’t think of myself as an “artist.” I think of
myself as a tradesman who, over many years, has honed his craft. It’s
like that joke about the guy walking in Manhattan who asks a passing
pedestrian, “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” and the pedestrian says,
“Practice!”
Still,
I had never written a sentence of fiction until this first story
demanded to be written. I had never taken a single class in “creative
writing,” though I’d been writing for years. But that story had such
control over me that it was done in ninety days. Truly done. I sent it
to my long-time agent in New York and he shopped it around to the major
publishers. I expected nothing.
Just
under two weeks later, I was sitting in the reading chair in my living
room and my book was in the midst of a heated auction in New York among
several so-called “legacy” publishers. My agent would call every hour or
so, as the bids rose for the publishing rights to my first novel, “The
Long Walk Home,” a love story set in the mountains if North Wales, in
Britain. It was surreal. The bids topped out at a very high number and
my reaction wasn’t, “Wow!” It was, “These people are crazy!”
And it turned out I was right.
Here’s
the ugly truth about selling a book to a major New York publisher: no
matter how much they have paid the author to acquire the rights (this is
called an advance against future royalties), they seldom spend more
than five percent of the amount they’ve advanced on actually marketing
the book. Let’s say you hit it big and get a $100,000 advance (virtually
unheard of these days). Your publisher is unlikely to spend more than
$5,000 on marketing that book. $5,000? That buys you nothing. The
publisher of my first novel bought a big ad in a newspaper circulated in
libraries. In libraries? Where people don’t actually buy books? Hello?
See
what I mean? Some years back, when he was President, I ghost-wrote a
book for Bill Clinton (it was great to work with him in the Oval
Office). When the book was published I learned that its publisher was
being supported by only two big bestsellers: “Midnight in the Garden of
Good and Evil,” and “Primary Colors” (which was fictionally about the
Clinton Administration). Everything else this major corporation had
published that year was either break even or losing money…like Clinton’s
book eventually did.
My
second novel, “Water, Stone, Heart,” was nearly still-borne: the
division of Random House which published it was shut down, overnight,
soon after it was released. It was orphaned and because, as a result,
sales were tepid, the industry orphaned me.
That’s
why I’ve given up on the “legacy” publishers and signed on with a
Seattle publishing startup, “Booktrope.” Their business model is
brilliant. They’re all about creating teams for each book—editor,
proofreader, designer, marketing manager—talented people who receive
some percentage of my royalties. In short, everyone on my team has a
financial stake in the success of the book. We sink or swim together.
I think that’s way cool.
Every
summer for generations, three families intertwined by history,
marriage, and career have spent “the season” at their beach cottage
compounds on an island in Puget Sound. Today, Martha “Pete” Petersen,
married to Tyler Strong, is the lynchpin of the “summer people.” In
childhood, she was the tomboy every girl wanted to emulate and is now
the mother everyone admires.
Colin Ryan, family friend and the island’s veterinarian, met Pete first in London, years earlier, when she visited his roommate, Tyler. He’s loved her, privately, ever since. Born in Manhattan’s Hell’s Kitchen, son of a bar owner, he’s always been dazzled by what he sees of the sun-kissed lives of the summer people.
But
this summer, currents strong as the tides roil: jealousies grow,
tempers flare, passions clash. Then, on the last day of the season, a
series of betrayals alters the combined histories of these families
forever.
As
in previous novels, The Long Walk Home and Water, Stone, Heart, with
Seasons’ End, Will North weaves vivid settings and memorable characters
into a compelling tale of romance and suspense.
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Genre – Women's Contemporary Fiction
Rating – PG-13
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