Please help

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I’m trying to come up with some back cover copy for Game of Cages. This is a little rough and a little too long, but what do you think?

In the wilds of the North Cascades, near a small town called Washaway, a secret high-stakes auction is taking place. A select wealthy few have gathered to bid on a captured extradimensional entity known as a predator.

The peers of the Twenty Palace Society, powerful sorcerers all, are dedicated to protecting the Earth by destroying predators–as well as anyone who would summon or possess one. Left unchecked, a single predator could scour the earth of all life. But none of the peers are near enough to raid the auction, so it falls to Ray Lilly, an expendable “wooden man” with a few stolen scraps of magic and an investigator with no magic at all to surveil the event and identify the winning bidder for later sanction.

They arrive too late. One of the losing bidders has released the predator in an act of sabotage and it has fled to the nearby town to feed. Now all the bidders are tearing apart the town, trying to capture the creature for themselves. And unknown to Ray, one of them is a powerful magician the society has been hunting for decades, and more dangerous than any single predator. Even worse, he’s taken notice of Ray, and knows who and what he is.

Can Ray and the investigator hold out until help arrives? Or will they, and the entire town, be swept away in the conflict of these terrible powers?

Any input would be appreciated.

Update: copy sent. Thanks for your help, everyone!

In Which I Approach Normal

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Then back away again.

Lots of vivid, awful dreams last night which I will not relay in detail but which I interpret as health anxiety. I had a salad for lunch today. And never mind that I woke up four minutes before the last non-tardy bus was going to arrive. Yeah, I’m a real fashion rebel at work today.

But I swung by the downtown Borders to buy my son a welcome home toy, and what should I see but new, unsigned copies of Child of Fire? It seems the fourteen they ordered originally were down to three, and the five new ones were just sitting there waiting for me to scribble in them. Which I did.

On top of that, the book is now up to 49 reviews on Amazon.com, and a few of the most recent are quite-sensible 5-star reviews. Such good people, really. But who will be number 50? The suspense is so strong that I’m tempted to make a contest about it. (Okay, not really. Did I mention that I overslept and almost missed work? I’m too damn tired for a contest.)

And I no longer feel like a miserable failure. So there’s that.

And the 50th review has been posted! It’s yet another “This isn’t a Jim Butcher novel!” comment. Ah, well.

State of the Self Report

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All the books I currently need to send went out this morning. The AREs Del Rey asked me to sign are signed and on their way back. I have dedicated time to revise Man Bites World this week, and the more I work on it, the more I like this book again. Also, the on-publication payment for Child of Fire arrived today. Nothing like a few thousand dollars to lift your spirits, eh?

Then why am I so fucking miserable?

I’ve spent the last several days in a fog, unable to concentrate or exert myself in any serious way. It’s taken me a while (as it always does) to acknowledge that I’m depressed. Not only that, but I’m depressed with my family on the other side of the country.

I shouldn’t be surprised. I always have a bit of depression when I finish a project, and having a book on actual shelves in actual stores is pretty much the finish of this project. The thrill of the early release has subsided as the book slid back in the Amazon.com sales rankings like a Yugo on an icy hill.

And, worse, I feel like crap. I have some kind of stomach bug, and it’s making me weak and queasy.

But now that I’ve named it, the depression is going to recede. That’s what it has always done in the past, at least. Tomorrow I’ll have more control.

Time for bed.

400 and 2,222

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This is my 400th post on my blog, and the 2,222 post on LiveJournal. Those numbers don’t come around every day, so I’m going to do a giveaway.

Josh Jasper (aka sinboy) once suggested I make a replica of a ghost knife (just a replica, of course, you couldn’t cut through steel with it) but my efforts at making the sigil came out crappy. So I’m going to give away copies of Child of Fire.

So it’s post 400! And that second number up there has four twos, and if you add two twos together, you get four. And you get to do that twice. So I’m going to give away four copies of my novel (that’s how much brown paper I have left, anyway).

Here are the “rules.” The first two posts on the blog and the first two comments on LiveJournal get them. WordPress holds new comments for approval, so don’t fret if your comment doesn’t appear right away. I’ll tell you you’re getting one, you’ll send me your address, and it’ll ship it. You can keep it, donate it, gift it, whatever you want. You don’t have to read it right away, and you don’t have to review it online (although come on, people, I live and die by this stuff). It doesn’t matter if you already have a copy and just want a second. You ask and I give, no strings attached.

The books will be signed and inscribed any way you like and I’ll ship it anywhere in the world.

I got the idea for this because Del Rey sent me ten copies of the Advance Readers Edition to sign and return to them to use as prizes. I was surprised that they still had some lying around, especially since I asked them to send a bunch to this or that reviewer, and I know several didn’t get it.

No matter. Want one? Lemme know.

Update: All taken. You can still buy one, of course.

Blurbs

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How’s that for a clever subject header?

On her blog, Justine Larbalestier talked a bit about blurbs, how she got hers, whether they matter, and how much people should fret over them (her conclusion: not at all). I was going to post a comment about the process of getting blurbs for Child of Fire but I thought I’d post it here instead, especially since the story features a moment of deep, personal humiliation for me.

Justine says she got all her blurbs herself, but it was my editor who got the one from Jim Butcher, and good thing, too, because a number of people have read the book because of it. Me, I’m surprised by this–I never read a book based on a blurb. I don’t know why, but I don’t. I don’t listen to music much either, so what can I say? On some things, I’m an outlier, apparently.

My editor also got the Rob Thurman blurb, but the others (on the book) came about because I asked the authors personally, and my god how I fretted over those emails.

Here’s the embarrassing story: For those who don’t know, one of the blurbs on the back cover came from a screenwriter named Terry Rossio. He’s written the Johnny Depp Pirate movies, ALADDIN, MASK OF ZORRO, and many other films, usually with his writing partner Ted Elliott. I’d spent six years on their (mostly Terry’s, I guess) website learning to write film scripts and arguing story. I don’t hang there any more (which would be a separate post) but I thought it would be great to have a blurb from the writer of POTC on the cover of my book, so I sent an “I don’t think you’ll remember me…” note to Terry, asking him to read and possibly blurb my book.

He did remember me (and he didn’t even mix me up with the other Harry on that board–a much more memorable character than I am–and the result is the quote on the back cover. I do have a .jpg file of the Child of Fire cover with Terry’s quote on the front, but it was bumped when Jim Butcher’s came in at the last moment. I’ll admit that I was a little chagrined. I’ve learned a lot from Terry and I owe him. I’d have liked to have his name right on the front with mine.

But that’s a digression. I also wanted to ask Ted Elliott, Terry’s usual writing partner, for a blurb but I couldn’t find his email anywhere (which I’m sure is how he wants it). He was still listed as a member of a private email list I’m on, although I don’t think he’s posted anything there in years and years, and the Yahoo! software offers a way to send a private message without revealing the person’s address.

I worked hard on that email, maybe a little harder than on the others, solely because he seemed more remote. I thanked him, letting him know how grateful I was for the time he spent online yakking about story with a pack of noobs, and how much it meant to me.

But when I sent it, it didn’t go to him. It went to the entire email list instead. I was mortified by every groveling word. Stupid Yahoo! Stupid self!

Anyway, a lot of the comments I’ve seen about Child of Fire compare it to Jim Butcher’s work, which is reasonable since his name is right there on the front. Some compare it favorably, and quite a few don’t. And while I’m a fan of his books, I don’t think they’re all that similar to mine, for reasons I explain here. And god bless him, this guy agrees and understands. I was sorely tempted to click the “This review was helpful to me” button, but I restrained myself.

Then again, I can picture the way people would have responded if it had been Terry’s name on the cover: “This isn’t like Shrek at all!”

This is why people buy cars

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Yesterday after taking my son on our usual swimming trip, we bought ourselves bus transfers and headed out to a few local bookstores to sign copies of Child of Fire.

Details and narrative behind the cut, along with a little talk about public transportation. Continue reading

Ha ha! Startling!

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I have a copy edit due on Tuesday, 10/13. It has to be there, inside the publisher’s offices, on that day. Express overnight mail, people!

Monday, 10/12, is a federal holiday, and all the post offices will be closed!

Luckily, I should be able to put it in the mail tomorrow.

ETA: (because I didn’t want to put this into a new post) My Amazon.com sales ranking for Child of Fire seem to be following a steady routine, at this point. Early in the day, about 8 am PST, the rank is around 14K. Later in the day, (say, about now) it’s up to 28K.

I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I wonder what it means. (I know: Nothing.)

Dammit

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I was so close to finishing my copy edit this morning. This evening, maybe. I also have to work up the dedication and acknowledgements.

Still. So close. Ah, well. I expect I’ll make a couple last decisions after work today and put it in the mail tomorrow, well before deadline.

Also, there’s nothing like a rigorous copy edit to make you question the strength of your relationship with your mother tongue. Apparently, I need to work a bit on the difference between “each other” and “one another”.

Remember last June?

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I hope you do.

Anyway, I wrote a post about a book called Meditations on Violence: A Comparison of Martial Arts Training & Real World Violence, which was not only about the way real fights differ from what we expect, but is also about how we deceive ourselves about what we can do and what we can’t. My original post is here: blog / LiveJournal.

Well, last night I had another “Meditations” moment: For quite a while now, I’ve been a morning writer. Physically, I’m a night person, but I could never get anything accomplished at the end of the day–too tired, too distractible, too many other things to do. For years, I’d come home from work and get nothing done on my projects. Once I started waking early and writing before work, I was much more productive.

But why, exactly, was that? Did I say tired and distractible? That’s just me defining myself as a person who can’t do some perfectly reasonable thing, and last night I walked out of my day job after a full day’s work and my usual morning writing session to head to the library.

There, I put in another two and a half hours on the copy edit. I expect to finish the whole thing today.

Can’t write/revise/whatever at the end of the day? Why do I tell myself these things? And how long is it going to take for me to break that habit?

Note to self:

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Create a literary will.