I sat down this morning, had a browse around the intern, and was walloped upside the head with the realization that next week, I will have a paperback on shelves. (Well, we, but for the purposes of this post, I’m being self-centered.)
I’ve been in anthologies that went to print. In fact, every anthology I’ve been in went to print, and I have a lovely little stack of books that don’t have my name on them, tucked into the Magical Mystery Desk. But this is the first time I’ve been able to look up at that stack of books and see my own name on some of the spines.
The paperback release of The Slipstream Con has been overshadowed by the frantic, breakneck pace and inevitable post-project come-down of finishing the next Ylendrian book, Peripheral People. Both books are dear to me, for very different reasons, but let’s be honest: There’s no use pretending I’m not a Kellen Frey fangirl. Or I would be, if I didn’t have the joy of writing the little bastard.
After taking the night off on Monday (horrors!) and spending most of last night fiddling with promotional things (augh!), tonight it’s back to business. I haven’t decided what I’m going to work on, but there’s this lovely little post-Slipstream short story we’ve got in the queue, and I’m thinking it might be time to visit with Kellen again. Just to make sure he’s staying out of trouble, mind you. (Spoiler: He’s not.)
Tomorrow, we’ll talk about that promotional stuff. It involves cupcakes and coffee, which I’m sure will garner me a few points, right?