William A. Cameron
Saturday, January 20, 2007
A memorial service will be at 2 p.m. Tuesday, Jan. 23, 2007, in Mountainview Christian Church in Gresham for William A. "Bill" Cameron, who died Jan. 18 at age 52.
Mr. Cameron was born Aug. 8, 1954, in San Francisco. A graduate of Willamette University, he lived in Portland before moving to Gresham in about 1995. He was a salesman for Anderson Builders & Construction. In 1986, he married Linda Anderson.
Survivors include his wife; son, William II; mother and stepfather, Martha and Joseph Norton; brother, Christopher Norton; stepbrother, Jeffrey Norton; and stepsister, Cheryl Herzog.
Remembrances to Habitat for Humanity. Arrangements by Omega.
He wasn't me. My middle initial is H, and I live further west. The fact that somene called me about it didn't surprise me, though. I've been hiding for a bit. As you may have noticed. But I have a good reason! At least I think so.
Next novel is coming along, but I am running up against a timeline thingie. What are they called? Deadline. That's it. It's partially self-imposed, partially from my agent. But I like it. It's helping me focus. I am almost done with the second draft, and my goal is to be done before I leave for Left Coast Crime next week. I have two chapters to get through, plus a new chapter which is about a third written. It will be tight, but I'm gonna do it.
Then, when I get back from LCC, I'm giving myself two weeks for a refinement and continuity revision. Then it's in the mail!
Plus, work suddenly went nuts. And by nuts, I mean all these crazy people (clients) coming out of the woodwork demanding satisfaction. If only what they wanted was a duel. What they actually want is for me to do work for them. Which is not something I'm complaining about, but it has contributed to this lack of sleep thing I've got going right now.
So this is a fly-by Hi! (Hi!) I may not surface again until after LCC, unless I do. But before I go, I want to encourage you to check out Chris Well's Interview of Patry Francis, fellow Killer Yearbie.
And also, here is a picture:
And another picture (the yellow one is the Killer Year chapbook):
This pic is brought to you through the encouragement of the loverly Julia Buckley!
9 comments:
Sleep is for sissies. Then again, I seem to need a lot of it. Glad to hear that the news of your tragic demise was a bit premature and that the rewrites are going well.
i hate rewrites
whoa. that obit is a big holy crap!
as far as lost dog. i'm really kicking myself in the butt for not taking a picture of me with my lost dog ARC so i could gloat over having a copy before the author. :D i was really asleep for that one.
Geez, Bill. That's sort of a "live life to the fullest moment, huh? But I have the same feeling when I look at my grandmother's grave, since I was named after her. Kind of disturbing when I saw the funeral announcement in the paper, for more reasons than one.
Anyway, the ARC is GORGEOUS!!! That particular shade of red is just so moody and perfect. Can't wait to have one of my very own, which I shall purchase at Centuries and Sleuths bookstore. Hey, want to come and do a signing? I'll be a groupie.
I am a sissy. I slept 6 hours last night even! hahahahahaha.
Anne, I woulda loved seeing that picture! Oh well! :D
Mindy, the funny thing about this rewrite is I'm actually rather enjoying it. I feel like the changes I'm making are really pushing the story in the right direction. Sure, there's stuff I'm banging my head against, and I still have that whole continuity and refinement revision to go through. But this one has been pretty satisfying. Now if only I could shed this pesky day job so that I could write MORE! Bah, who needs to earn a living?!
And, aye, Julia, the cover is gorgeous. And it should be even more gorgeous in the final when they print on the metallic paper.
The obit thing was definitely weird, yes. I saw a Wm. Cameron Esq. on a gravestone at a cemetary a few years ago, and that was a surreal moment. No relation, of course, unlike with your grandmother. Still, I can imagine the sensation, like glancing over your shoulder and seeing a shadow you didn't expect.
The obit thing was NOT funny. I still have my hand over my mouth and a lump in my throat. I could kill you for that!
My great-great-grandmother and namesake was a missionary in China in the late 1800s. She founded a home for orphans in China named The Elizabeth Krecker Home for Girls, then made quite a name for herself stumping all over the East Coast to raise money for it. The home was wiped out in the Cultural Revolution.
I often fear my fifteen minutes of fame came 100 years too soon.
That obit is creepy!
And I LOVE the cover.
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