Happy New Year!
I had two book signings in the past month, but unfortunately I was so focused on, you know, the signing, that I failed to get any pictures. But here’s one that writer J. Steven York took Saturday, May 15 when I signed books at North by Northwest Books in Lincoln City, Oregon. I was joined by Kris Rusch and Chris… Read more »
I now have in my hands the author copies of my first book, The Last Great Getaway of the Water Balloon Boys. I can’t tell you what a great feeling this is. What a beautiful hardback book. As a former owner of a used bookstore, and one who’s sold a number of antiquarian books, I gotta tell you it’s a… Read more »
The author copies for my other collection, The Dinosaur Diaries and Other Tales Across Space and Time, arrived in the mail the other day. Very happy to hold this one in my hands — eighteen of my best stories which originally appeared in magazines like Ellery Queen, Asimov’s, Analog, and Realms of Fantasy. I also saw that Amazon just discounted… Read more »
A special treat showed up in the mail the other day — the author copies of my collection, A Web of Black Widows and Other Stories of Love and Loss. A very beautiful book — they really do a superb job at PS Publishing. There’s two editions of this book available, the jackletless hardcover (pictured above), and the signed limited… Read more »
This one is from my driveway this morning. Each year, about this time, the giant pin oak out front fires the first cannon of my annual battle with leaves. It usually ends around, oh, February. In between, there’s lots and lots of bins full of the wounded and the dead — er, leaves, I mean.
I did something authorly today (pronounced aw-thor-lee). I define this as doing something aimed squarely at promoting myself as an Author of Important Things, as opposed to doing something writerly, which, of course, has to do with that boring business of sitting in a room and typing. With a book and two short story collections soon out — and at the prodding of one of… Read more »
Our family dog, Mankato, passed away over the weekend. It was simply his time, living to the grand old dog age of 15. He was the best of dogs — tolerant and gentle, friendly and kind. When I close my eyes, I can still see him sitting behind the counter of the bookstore I owned for a couple of years,… Read more »
Something cool arrived in the mail yesterday: It’s the uncorrected proofs, or bound galleys, of my first book. It’s really neat to see it in near-book form. Now I need to brainstorm some good writers who might like to blurb my book. Anybody know Nick Hornby’s home phone number? Just kidding. No, really, does anybody have his number?