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Released

Posted: 1 September, 2017 in Uncategorized
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It Finally fucking happened.
Last Friday was the release of Beans on Toast and I could not have asked for it to have gone any better.
We had a solid turnout, the performers were fucking fantastic, the crowd was super receptive, and everyone there seemed to be having fun.
So,
First off, a thousand thanks to everyone who came out to see the show. I hope y’all enjoyed yourselves and very much hope you enjoy the book.
Thank you to the performers and staff. Y’all fuckin rocked and I appreciate yr hard work.
Thank you to all the backers who couldn’t be there that night. You were missed.
And the first reviews are in!
“The Guinness Shit! [thumbs up emoji]… this book came at the right time… I laughed out loud. Bravo.” – J
“It’s…fucking good. You’re REALLY funny.* I had no idea how funny you were. May favorite is [lunchroom]. Lol’d hard” *sic – L
Moving on.
I am currently working on getting all of the preordered books out of my house and into people’s hands.
I will be sending out a survey/message type thing for everyone who gets one for your shipping address. So look for that and please respond or I can’t send you yr stuff.
As soon as that is done I’ll be reviewing the digital versions to send to those of ye who ordered them.
And that should be it. I will post once more when all the rewards are sent. That will be the last update here and this sumbitch will be closed.
Finally, there are still plenty of books left (I haven.t counted exactly,but I’m not worried), if you want one please message me on any of the medias.
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On my return from Maine, these were waiting for me

 

 

The finished product. I spent a few hours fondling them.  Counted out the preorders and set them aside. That’s about forty percent of them. Those still need to be signed and packaged.

They are only inches away from my fingers as I write this.

so what’s keeping them out of yours?

well, more boxes.

like these

There just wasn’t enough time between Maine (followed by Canada, followed by Louisiana this week) and the move to get everything out and I didn’t want piles of BoT shit confusing all the other packing that was to be done. I’m moving out of The Stockholm Academy for Wayward Girls and Boys (we had a nice little graduation ceremony and everything) and into the Lawndale Conservatory for Domestic Feminism with my partner. That’s whats been taking up time. Also I’ve been trying to remain cautious about posting things I’m not sure about.

The first books will be available at the release event. If you are in the Chicago area you’ll be able to you will be able to pick them up there if you have preorders or buy them there if you don’t.

Any orders that don’t get picked up at the event, I will be sending out by mail along with the rest of the rewards the week after. I’ll message people privately to make sure your addresses are still correct. Also, if you still would like to reserve a copy($17) for yourself you can message me anytime between now and the event and I will set one aside for  you.

One more thing. This is a limited run. About 40% of my stock is preorders and once the rest are gone, they’re gone. I may order more if I get close to selling out in the next week, but I think it is unlikely.

OK, the event

I will be posting details about the release event as things get locked down. We have a tentative location, but that may change. There’s gonna be all sorts of fun stuff there. There will be entertainment, live music, burlesque, maybe some comedy, maybe more.

The party will be – if all goes according to plan – on August 25th. So mark your calendars cause it’s comin up soon.

 

Thanks for sticking around, friendos

 

A

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

[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

“quit the bitching on your blog. Stop pretending art is hard.”

I’ve started another novel and it’s daunting as ever. More so this time, I think.

Because I know what it is and I know what happens to my novels. I know how they languish on hard drives and in notebooks unfulfilled; Like us millenneals with so much potential left to wage slavery and student loans.

Most times I end up with a novel it comes from somewhere else; a short story that keeps going on, a journal full of notes that only needs to be resculpted till it’s story shaped, a group of ramblings that are tangentially related in need of narrative glue or a nail gun and sandpaper. When I put it together there is already a structure or a body or in the very least, a huge fucking chunk of words.

This is the first time I’ve had to start from the ground up and maybe it won’t turn into a novel, maybe it will just be a bundle of stories. Who knows. I believe stories grow to be the length they need to be, not what the author wants, but from what keeps coming out I can only see a novel, and I’m barely beginning. That mountain looks pretty fucking high.

The good news is that it keeps coming. Every time I walk away from the thing for more than a couple hours, words start rattling around in my head again and I need to leave in the middle of a conversation or a concert. When I can’t get to my computer I scribble down short passages in the book I’m reading or on a napkin or my arm. They need expanding and there’s dozens of them so I have mechanical work to do if I get stuck. It’s exciting. It’s also one of the more personal things I’ve ever worked on. Most of my work, for all of its magical strangeness, is somewhat autobiographical, but this piece (let’s just give it a working title for here) Beans is  much closer to factual than I’ve ever come.  We’ll see what happens.

Sorry Amanda if this classifies as bitching.