The highlighter is for highlights, but in this case, for hmm, what might that mean?

I know the photo doesn’t look exciting, but that fulfills the cliché of it’s “in the eye of the beholder.” Behold, a publishing contract! Not only that, he says, greedily, it’s my contract.

I last had a traditional publishing contract in 2015, and I clearly longed for tiny type and dense legalese. This pert baby is for my memoir of the nearly 40 years’ mad correspondence between me and the Jack Daniel’s Distillery (I think they make whiskey).

The University of Tennessee Press was gracious enough to accept and inspect my manuscript, and even if they offered because they’d been drinking, I’m grateful to accept the contract.

The thing is dated in June, but I didn’t get it until today, and we’re well off from seeing the book, which will be a printing complication with its 140 or so images. But this time, I can wait until next year.

The wait will be worth it.

Updated July 28, 2026

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