Season Pass

I've started work on Season Pass, the sequel to Leilani's Gift. Like my first book this is a quest, the twist being that instead of travelling I stay put. The premise: our hero buys a Season Pass for the 2008 Toronto Blue Jays, attends all 81 of their home games, and chronicles the team's fortunes along with his own.

I'm three games into the season and already plot twists are unfolding: some delightful, some quite dramatic. It reminds me of the day I embarked on my cross-Canada trip; I had no idea what would unfold. As it turns out, inviting the muse to play catalyst worked so well the first time that I had to try it again.

I admit it—I love setting up these bizarre, monumental parameters just to see what happens. Life may indeed imitate art, but if you really want to bump it up to warp speed, let art call the shots.

I've seen three games (and three Blue Jay wins) on three consecutive days. I get an off-day today, then a three-game series against Oakland starting tomorrow night. Go Jays!

Oh, and if you're thinking of getting a pass, here's a tip. To save a bundle on service charges, don't bother with the online form—buy your pass at the Gate 9 box office.