Last week we had temperatures in the eighties; this morning it is snowing....
The action of my second novel, Trespasser, takes place in this week of the year, and the recent weather made me rememeber something I wrote about the season:
Late March. Mud season in Maine. Not yet springtime but no longer winter either—a slippery, seasonal limbo. Weather even more freakish than usual. Rain, snow, ice, and sun, all within the span of an hour. A meteorologist's worst nightmare.
The only constant is mud. Mud creeping up your boots, splattering your pant legs, finding its way onto clothes you never even wear outdoors. Your fingernails jammed black with it. The impossibility of ever feeling clean. The inside of your truck transformed each day into a pigpen. Mud splashed onto the windshield, then smeared back and forth by the wipers. The wheels gummed up with mire and packed with gravel into the axles. Every car on the road painted the same shit brown.
Wherever you look a mottled, melting landscape. Snow banks rotting along the roadsides and melt-water streams the color of urine. Everything that was hidden is now exposed. Beer cans, trash bags, emptied ashtrays. Fur and feathers from creatures unidentifiable, things long dead.
Winter's aftermath. The dirtiest season.
PS. The paperback for Trespasser hits stores on April 10.
The band has an amazing resume. You've probably heard their music even if the name isn't instantly familiar (it will be):
The Pete Kilpatrick Band hails from the music mecca of the northeast, Portland, Maine. They have been writing, recording, and performing regularly since 2004 and have released six independent albums to date including their most recent, Heavy Fire (2012). They have been named Maine’s best act four times in the Portland Best Music Awards and have performed over 1,000 shows since their formation, sharing the stage with such notable acts as Dave Matthews Band, David Gray, Jason Mraz, Ray Lamontagne, Guster, Amos Lee, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, Michael Franti and Spearhead, Brett Dennen, The Wailers, Dawes, Blues Traveler, and DJ Logic, among countless others.
The thought that my books inspired another artist to interpret and riff on its themes is so amazing and gratifying. The song is fantastic (I can't wait to hear it live). Give it a listen and let me know what you think.
And buy the album! If you can't find it locally, you can download it next month; it'll be available on iTunes on April 24.
As if this song isn't cool enough, here's something that really blows my mind. "Trespasser" was mastered by the legendary Bob Ludwig of Gateway Studios, the man who cut Janis Joplin's "Me and Bobby McGee," Led Zeppelin II and Houses of the Holy, most of the Band's famous recordings, and almost all of Bruce Springsteen's entire catalog of songs—among many others. Humbling, like I said.
Look what arrived in the mail today. I know that the paperback release of a novel that's already been published in harcover should seem anticlimactic, but I still feel a thrill every time a new edition of one of my books appears. (The eBook version isn't nearly as satisfying, I have to say.) The softcover Trespasser will be in stores on Tuesday, April 10.
Over at Maine Crime Writers today I have a post about one of the challenges of writing a mystery series: using the books to tell an on-going story in which readers learn more about the characters with each volume, without making each new novel impenetrable to prospective readers who stumble into the action after the curtain has gone up. It's a difficult balance, and as I say in the post, I envy writers of fantasy novels who seem to have an indulgence from readers to tell true serials.