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New cover art is in! Here it is kids!

Changes from the last draft you may notice: Anglicized spelling, added some word stuff on the back part, for some reason the previews responded poorly to the color, so green it is. And yes those are antlers you see.
The printer has the art and should have the proof for me to look at in about a week.
As Ever,

A

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[originally posted here]

I figure now that American Gods has come out, I should start teasing the second most anticipated premier of the season.

So take a look:

There will be changes to this. I’ve already sent my notes in and the final version should be posted soon.

As for the insides, formatting is complete and as soon as cover art is done we’re off to the races.
As Ever,

A

[Originally Posted Here]

Today. Printers.

Not the kind you have in your house, but the kind that is a company made by people who have, well… fancy printers.

This is one of the big hurdles we tackled last winter. I’ve been through several over the past year that did not work out for one reason or another. Luckily one of my dear Emmy winning friends, Meghan Gedris (a brilliant artist and all around good human -well mostly human anyway – who just launched her latest project here and who’s work you can check out here. Snigger Warning: NSFW.), connected me with the outfit she used for her most recent books and they are fantastic.

This begins the process by which a mess of ones and zeros becomes a flesh and bone book.

The first step is figuring out formatting, then making decisions on things like physical dimension, materials, and what kind of blood sacrifice we need to make to which gods. Y’know, all the things a proper publisher usually does for you.
And a bit of art,

In the meantime, I reached out to a few people about cover art and have finally settled on a designer. We’re throwing ideas at the wall. I will give you something to look at in a week at the outside.
Oh also, the title… It’s floating out there somewhere on the internet, but you’ll see it when the art comes in.

 

As ever

A

Well Guess What

Posted: 25 April, 2017 in Uncategorized
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[Originally Posted Here]

So, here’s an announcement I’ve been putting off.

It’s happening.

Like absolutely for sure as anything can be considering the state of the world happening.

And it’s happening soon. Like counting in weeks soon.

Over the past few months backstage things have been taking place that I’ve been dying to tell you. I wish I’d been able to keep you all more in the loop, but after all the delays, I wanted to be sure it was a real before getting hopes (mostly mine) up.

In the coming month, expect to see me posting updates about twice a week. I know I’m being vague at the moment, but details will arrive much sooner that N. Korea’s ICBM’s.

As we get closer to release I will be busy working on fulfillment and planning the release. So to be sure information gets out regularly, I’m setting this page to pretty much run on autopilot. This means information will lag a bit from real-time. Many of the things I’ll be telling you have already happened, so don’t be surprised when something I say will take three weeks happens in one.

Thank you all for your support and patience.

See you soon

As ever

A

 

PS: If you don’t know what I’m talking about, follow the link at the top of the page.

 

So Delphi and I went to the Art Institute a while back to see a lecture from a doctoral candidate on the miniature houses of the Thorne room, because that is actually the kind of shit we do on dates (for reals though, no irony, them shits is pretty cool and you should go check them out). We are self-aware enough to know that this is kind of a weird way to spend a Saturday afternoon and on the train ride there we started joking about what kind of people would actually be there and made a list to check off when we found them. Here’s the list:

 

A precocious kid and cool parent

College student for extra credit

Hipsters/unemployed twenty somethings here to pick up art students

A Recently retired dude that doesn’t know what to do with his free time

An old lady with membership that will go to anything

House wife who feels neglected by her spouse and is probably already drinking wine

Best friend and family members of the speaker there to show support

A foreign tourist that came for something in but got roped into the lecture by accident because they didn’t know what it was
not found

A couple, only one of the two is enthusiastic about this
Not found

SAIC student who has changed her major three times

Manic Pixie Dram Girl looking for a boring white guy to bring whimsy and joy to.
Not Found (damn)

A High Powered career woman who’s crying on the inside

Middle age couple nearing divorce, here on the orders from couples’ counselling
not found

Family with grown children dragged here by one visiting parent
not found

 

And here are some people we saw that we didn’t think of before we got there:

An old widow and her best friend

A mother and daughter trying to reconnect for the sake of the next generation

A lonely guy… Like really really lonely

And old gay couple

Our Doppelgangers

A young mother trying to keep her baby quiet

Broish students there playing a drinking game

Wealthy, self-important patrons

Overly enthusiastic fan who hold the lecturer hostage WAY too long after the presentation

 

 

Violence again.

 

I meant to post when I got back. Then Orlando. So I waited, because I have nothing more to add. Then it was Baghdad. I started writing again. Catching up on the queue of old work. I wrote this last week. Then Alton Sterling, then Philando Castile, then Dallas, seems like the world can’t catch a goddamn break.

 

So we got a lot of catching up to do.

 

Orlando

 

I was out of town for a week on a work/vacation trip. I do this once or twice a year. One of the perks of what I do is sometimes I work festivals which blend very nicely into time off from the world. I don’t have internet out there.

I wanted to write something, but nothing felt right and I wanted to leave some time to grieve before I said anything about it here. So I’m just going to repost what I said on facebook:

 

I’ve just arrived home. I spent all last week working my ass off for an organization whose goal is to promote radical inclusiveness, particularly within sexual minority communities. Of all the shows and events I work it pays, by far, the least, but it is the work I am most proud of, because it is the best way I know how to serve my community given my particular skill set and experience. I am sunburnt and exhausted and sleep deprived and sick and I am incredibly joyous to be so very lucky. This is the one week a year I also get to shut off my phone for the week and not pay attention to the bullshit on social media and the news, so I didn’t know about the shooting in Orlando until a coworker announced it at strike Sunday evening. It was a strange and somber tear down as the staff grieved and processed through work, laboring so hard you couldn’t tell who was sweating or crying. I hugged and kissed them, some I’d just met Tuesday when we started, others I’ve known for years, said a quiet goodbye and drove home in the company of my partner Clara torn between our elation and being absolutely gutted by the cruelty and sadness of a single misguided individual.
To all my loved ones telling us to stay home and stay safe, I will absolutely be at Pride this year, because that is what is important and right. Because we are so much stronger and scarier acting in collaboration, just like we did last week, than any sick person with easy access to weapons. and because this world ain’t always easy.

It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.

 

I have weird feelings about collective public grieving. The difference with this is that it wasn’t one person and it wasn’t old age or disease. It was… I don’t have to tell you what it was.

 

Pride

 

So I went to Pride. As always, the act of actually going was a clusterfuck of last minute logistics. But I ended up with friends in a single room huddled around the AC. and kissed and rank and danced and smoked and told ourselves it’d all be OK.

As usual, there was the too queer for school group with complaints that Pride has become another mainstream corporate sellout and yeah, they have a point and I have my own thoughts on those, but that is another rant and shall be bitched about another time.

 

Anyhoo, onto other matters

 

Shootings

Here’s what I had to say elsewhere:

For all of those posting their outrage for the slaying of police, but not the dozens of innocent men killed by them, you are part of the problem.
The reason we say Black Lives Matter and not All lives Matter or Blue Lives Matter is because cops’ lives already matter. That doesn’t mean police aren’t killed and that it’s not tragic when it happens, but when it does there is always an outpouring of support there is a manhunt for the killer and we as a society work tirelessly to bring the perpetrators to justice. Their families are supported by our government and the news networks don’t spend so much of their coverage questioning the cop’s integrity, or whether they should have been there at the time, or what did they do wrong to warrant it, or maybe they were a bad cop. No, we give them the benefit of the doubt, because nothing justifies murder, regardless of what we may think of that person otherwise. THAT IS THE VERY MEANING OF HAVING A LIFE THAT MATTERS.
Fine, if you need another white man explaining this though a Biblical metaphor, here’s someone saying it better than me.

 

The Book

 

I’m actually embarrassed to be discussing it at this point, but there is a train at the end of that tunnel. There have been delays and I don’t mean to excuse myself, but I want to explain.

Firstly, there have been a few personnel hiccups. Putting out a book requires other people and I am so grateful for all of you who’ve helped me out so far. A number of people offered to help me with edits and I waited for each one for a month or so before moving on until after almost a year, I’ve finally got someone who may have followed through. I’m meeting with them later this week and I hope that will be the end of that.

I also have found someone to do the cover art. More on that to come.

Before that there was the lost draft.

And then there was the part where I lost three jobs in one year. The first due to logistical problems (I moved to a place that mate the commute and shifts no longer workable). Not too long afterwards I found two new jobs which I worked simultaneously until both of them disappeared when the companies ceased to function.

I soon ran out of money and began to burn through my savings (ie the kickstarter funds) in order to eat and pay rent. Since then I’ve been working to make that money back so I can fulfill my commitment to my backers.

I hope you all will be understanding and forgive me for the stalling. This has been a particularly rough time for me and the project has never been far from my mind.

 

Phew, this was a tough one.

 

Delphi has been watching The Bachelor lately. She’s even joined a fantasy league and what’s more she is winning by a large margin. It has made her insufferable the past few days.

But it got me thinking. I would be a fantastic Bachelor.

We’d go on a group date to my study and play a game called ‘let’s see who can be quiet for a few hours while daddy works’.

I’d empathetically ask each of them if they were so dedicated to the prospect of this match that they had quit their jobs and racked up credit card debt to be on the show (most of them do) and I’d tell them “well you lot can go. I can’t be married to someone who’s that financially and emotionally irresponsible.”

I’d give out roses at the ceremony with comments like “Chelsea, I’m almost certainly not going to choose you because you are bat shit crazy, but the networks is pushing me to let you stay a few more episodes for the ratings. Please accept this rose.”

We’d have a team came where the women had to pair off with the other person on the show they would most like to join us for a threesome.

Obviously, there would be a blind cocktail competition.

And finally, at the end I would stand on the beach with my chosen lady and say, “you are so wonderful and lovely and our time together has been one of the best television seasons of my life. I have to tell you something very important… I’m actually in a pretty serious relationship right now. She’s pretty great and we have a solid track record so I’m gonna marry her instead.”

BOOM! Twist ending! No one will see it coming.