My name is Rain Man. I am Suzanne’s dark alter-ego, the one who tends to take over her brain at odd times and make her do things like set up spreadsheets of what books she owns and make a list of 80s musical groups for each letter of the alphabet. Asia. Boomtown Rats. Clash. Dead Kennedys. Echo and the Bunnymen. Fun Boy Three.
Well, you get the idea. Go-Gos. Human League. INXS.
I’m having an “I told you so” moment, as she paces around our office, Fantasy Island, and ponders the wacky world of fiction publishing that I told her would likely drive her crazy. Make that drive US crazy. Book One has been revised and returned to the editor. Book Two is written and awaiting revisions to make it consistent with Book One. The proposal for Book Three needs to be written in case said publisher thinks the series can go another round. And for lack of a better word there’s the work-in-progress, Book Beta, which is half done.
Did I mention multitasking makes Rain Man very, very unhappy? The Jam. King. Level 42. Madness. Nick Lowe….