Run away. Run away to traveling carnivals, that is into a twister of outrageous gobs of music, colors, foods, games, rides, sweats and shouts.
— I ran until I was lost with pennies in the pockets. I ran in carnivals playing California, New Jersey, New York, Chicago, Alaska, Minnesota, Oklahoma, Texas, Georgia and Florida. I ran to the mountains of the “real” Mexico to see the home of the new face of American carnival workers.
— I ran a golden Ferris wheel and a ride of flying elephants and they called me a ride jockey. I ran pool games and the Tubs of Fun and they called me a jointee. I ran with Ward ‘King of the Sideshows’ Hall’s freak show and was an outsider among insiders.
— I hitchhiked between carnivals along the Alaska Highway to US Interstates 5, 10, 25, 30, 35, 40, and so on to 95— and parts of fabled Route 66. I covered 36 states, traveling about 15,000 miles across the United States, Canada and Mexico.
— A carnival owner steals money. A friend dies in his 20s. Walking home at dawn nearly dead when the carnival is strapped down and bolted.
–Where are my childhood-friends and family. Where is my eight-year-old daughter Grace. Where are the people I wish to understand and where am I.
–This year, I am gloriously unmoored in the hard wonder of traveling carnivals.
– -Breaking away is the road. And my road is to the interior.
“Eyes Like Carnivals” is about running away to carnivals, the hidden lives of carnival people, adventure, America and a wild-ride-and-return story. Sex, drugs, rock-n-roll and unbelievable characters. Traveling fun, hard work and living life behind the midway and on the American road!
It’s my goal this year to publish “Eyes Like Carnivals,” my spectacular year writing while working in 10 carnivals in 10 states, from California to New York, Alaska to Florida. I hitchhiked 15,000 miles between jumps – even going down to Mexico to see the “new face of American carnivals” in a Mexican feeder town for US carnivals.
If you know an agent, let them know. Watch me do this thing this year, perhaps the hardest part of the journey will be the publishing. Email me: firstname.lastname@example.org