East Meets West

So here it is, the real thing. The cover has completely changed from the spec — I totally dig the 80s vibe!

The cover in full.

It so reminds me of my beloved old computer, the Commodore 64. I feel like I could step into the store here and play it as a game…

In a couple of days, my publisher will be at the Seoul International Book Fair with this book in tow. How cool is that? Turns out that dreams do come true, from time to time.

Ten Years Ago…

It’s hard to believe, but this marks the ten-year anniversary of my first novel’s pub date. The cover that currently shows on Amazon is the much superior paperback version. The original looked like this.

The less said about that one, the better! Anyway, according to good old Google, a typical 10th anniversary is celebrated by a diamond or a blue sapphire. I have just the thing.


What you see above is the working cover of the Korean edition of Everything Asian. Perhaps not as blue as a sapphire, but there are diamonds in there for sure. Rumor has it that it’ll appear sometime in June this year. I’ll have more to report in the coming months, but pretty cool, right? Ten years in the making, as it turns out. I’m absolutely thrilled that family back in the motherland can finally read it.

For a nostalgic look back at the book launch, check out the photo from KGB Bar!

Dream: House-Train

My wife and I are house shopping, and we are walking down a woody path to the For Sale sign. Along the way, we see squirrels — lots of them. And one in particular is enormous, as big as a child.

“Do squirrels get that big?” I ask my wife.

She shrugs and we move on.

We arrive at a house that is actually a train, as in a locomotive. Old-timey, all black and with a steam chimney. The owner, a woman, greets us. Inside, the train is well furnished. It’s long, but it’s a house with all things you’d expect in a house. She meets us at the kitchen.

“I need to be able to drive this thing,” I tell her.

“You can’t. It’s a house. Besides, you need a license if you wanted to drive it.”

“What about the electricity, water?” I ask, thinking you couldn’t move a house-train so easily.

“There’s another train house down a bit,” she says. I think she’s trying to get rid of me.

And then I wake up.

Commentary: On a recent run, I ran past a trailer park. Trailers sort of look like railway cars, don’t they?