Spotted on the shelf at the Elliott Bay Book Company on Monday evening:
Sales continue to be steady, which is nice. I don't know what sort of people are buying the book or what they expect. That's all out of my hands, which is simply very strange.
Meanwhile, I have reached the point in revisions to Go Home, Miss America where I believe--in a fragile, delicate sort of way--that I am going to succeed in my goals for the two story lines, that the narrative will actually work and that what I'm making is a pretty good book. It's strange to be writing about ideas of sainthood, but one never knows where a narrative will lead us, does one? Not if one is me, that is. Anyway, I feel cautiously optimistic about this book. Mona in the Desert will be another interesting revision process, as that book really certainly doubtlessly is "literary fiction" in that on many basic levels it's fiction about literature, but that's being put off until at least this winter. I have other stuff to do first.