Cold World = Complete

April 28th, 2022

Cold World is finished.

In the early morning, I locked the final draft, and it is currently in production in two printing facilities and will start existence as a real book in just a few weeks.


This is my view when I create something, my editing partner who reminds me to get up and play fetch sometimes, and keeps me focused on why I tell stories at all.

I’ll have a lot more to say when the books arrive, but I just want to tell you I am grateful, and so happy with this novel. It’s one of my favorites.

I also want to take this time to talk about and thank the producers in my life.

I use the term producer a lot in relation to the word artist. The world is full of both, and we need each other to have nice things.

When I want something to eat, I’ll tell Holly, “Let’s have cheese quesadillas,” and in my head I imagine a warm tortilla with some cheese maybe melted in it. She’ll respond, “Okay. Should we add some black olives and green peppers to that? What kinds of cheese should we use? Do you want me to cut up some avocado for you? Let me look at the spices we have. What would you like on the side?” In short, I only eat well because she exists in my life.

An artist is the person who has the new ideas to begin with; a producer is the person who cares deeply about the details, and can take that raw idea and turn it into something transcendent.

Generally, I am an artist. I care more about ideas and emotions and I will, sometimes deliberately, sometimes carelessly, overlook details in the service of how something feels.

I can shift into producer mode, and I actually grew up learning everything I could about being one, but I’ve been lucky enough to have a lot of great producers around me, which an artist needs.

Steven Starks, Jr. helped Cold World become the best possible project it could be visually because of his producing talent, his eye for detail and commitment to doing it right, even if that took tireless fine-tuning and time.

I appreciate my producers because I spend most of my time alone in the greenhouse of my mind, and seeds need care, water and sunlight to grow.

Thank you and love you. My plants wouldn’t be the same without you.



Published by dennisvogen

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