Being an author is an odd odd sort of avocation. You spend years and years, working in private: researching, reading, thinking, scribbling, marking through and scribbling yet again. And then, somehow, your babies are born. You often find yourself wondering: Where do they go? Have they found a good home? Or are they languishing in a used bookstore? Or, God forbid, a remainder bin, sold for 50 cents a pound. (An author's nightmare.)
To that end, if you have a copy of one of my books, send me a photo and sate my curiosity.
Recently I heard from Tracey Everson Muise. She received a copy of Ghost Birds for Christmas from her husband Charlie, so this one will be living in Georgia.
Charlie and Tracey served as president and vice-president of the local chapter of the Tennessee Ornithological Society for several years here in Knoxville before they moved to the Peach State. Their leadership and enthusiasm for birding are continually missed by club members.
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1 comment:
Wow... your book's are going places :-)
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