An ARC of COYOTE DREAMS is up for sale on eBay. I inevitably find myself torn on what to do about this. Really what I want to do is contact the seller and explain in small words that what they’re doing is illegal, as should be obvious by the words NOT FOR SALE emblazoned across the book’s cover, but that I’m willing to overlook it so long as they provide me with a reciept stating they’ve donated the amount of money they sell the book for, including shipping and handling,…
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
At PCon last weekend, , by way of a pamphlet she had from , recommended THE LIES OF LOCKE LAMORA, by Scott Lynch, to me. Ted had conveniently purchased it recently, so I read it over the last couple days, and it is in fact very good. I should’ve kept one of the pamphlets, to see what else they recommended! Ted and I went to the St. Paddy’s Day parade in Cork again today. Now I feel properly like I’ve been in Ireland a year. :) We saw Military Kit…
publication schedule
requests a list of forthcoming books. I think I did this recently, but I’ll do it again ’cause she asked. :) Real quick-like, by series rather than publication date (I have confidence people can figure it out from there): The Walker Papers: COYOTE DREAMS, May 2007 CAULDRON BORNE, ~May 2009 WENDEGO HUNTS, ~a long time away RATTLESNAKE DANCES, ~even further out The Negotiator Trilogy: HEART OF STONE, Nov 2007 HOUSE OF CARDS, Mar 2008 HANDS OF CHANGE, Sept 2008 Untitled series from Del Rey: THE QUEEN’S BASTARD, May 2008 THE…
A bluebird just landed on his shoulder!
After 500 words and a lot of increasing sullenness, I told Ted I really needed to get out of the house and do ANYTHING, even go to a movie neither of us much wanted to see. However, before we actually got that far, I realized the real problem was that the house was disgusting and filthy and that I didn’t want out of the house, I wanted a CLEAN HOUSE. The downstairs is now sparkly. The upstairs wasn’t so bad to begin with, so all is well. After all that…
attack of the adverbs
I had one of those wretched back-to-college dreams where you realize it’s halfway through the semester and you’ve only gone to the first week of classes, and you don’t actually know your schedule, much less what’s going on in any of the classes but you’ve decided that by God you’re going to pull this semester together somehow so you’ve nerved yourself up to go to a class. Only in this case, first off, I thought I was going to a history class, and instead it proved to be a math…