I'm at the point where Scott drags Brendan to a gay bar and it turns out there's a drag show, that night. This is where he meets Everett, who helps him handle Scott after he's had too much to drink. AKA: Chapter 12.
I'm doing this read-through in its 6x9" format, Times New Roman font in 10", .3" gutter and different even and odd pages. Viewing it at 200% size. The header and footer haven't been set, yet, so that might change the pagination a little, but right now the number of pages of text is 316, and it's just below 142,000 words. I'm going to keep it as much like Derry as I can.
I'm still thinking about what to do for the cover. I kind of like the double passport image, and also kind of like the idea of his painted portrait, but neither of them grabs me like the initial one of the boy in a doorway I used for Derry. So still thinking about options.
I've emailed Martin Melaugh with information about the book, including a jpg of the full cover and links to the reviews at Kirkus and BookLife. And I've offered to send him a copy. This makes me very nervous, because he actually lived through these times while I'm really more of an interloper. I don't know how I'd handle it if he tells me the story's bullshit. I guess we'll see what happens.
God, I want to make another trip to the Cliffs of Moher. They've become a touchstone for my Irish writings.
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