Okay, so here's the announcement I alluded to day before yesterday, then mentioned yesterday. Centipede Press will be producing limited-edition hardbacks of both The Red Tree and The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. The former will be released in 2013, and the latter in 2014. And when I say limited editions, I mean DELUXE editions. These are going to be amazingly beautiful books, and will include a lot of the material I would have liked to have seen in the Penguin editions (paintings, document facsimiles, photographs, maps, etc.). Each will also be somewhat longer (perhaps as much as ten thousand words) than the original editions.
But there's a catch: There will only be 200 copies of each made available, and those will be sold at $75 each. So, these will not be cheap or plentiful. I'll only be getting 10 copies of each, and, at most, may auction one every year or three. I'll do my best to keep my readers up-to-date on the developments with these volumes. I'm going to be very hands-on with this project, obviously, and, because I've not yet said so, I am very, very pleased to see this is actually happening. These will probably be the most beautiful editions I have (and may ever) see produced of any of my novels. And no, there are no plans to do similar editions of any other books of mine. When Centipede Press approached me I specified I was only interested in working with them on these two novels.
Tomorrow evening I will be reading and signing at Pandemonium Books (website currently down for maintenance), located at 4 Pleasant Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. The event will begin at 7 p.m. and conclude at approximately 9 p.m. Books will be available, but feel free to bring your own. I'll sign anything. Literally. Anything. This is my only planned appearance in the Boston area for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir.
The auction of my old iMac keyboard will be ending in about two and a half hours. I want to stress, I DID NOT WANT TO SELL THIS, but being a working artist very often means having to let go of things we'd like to squirrel away. I wrote my best novels (by far) thus far on this keyboard. I have had an intimate relationship with the keyboard. My hands and this keyboard, there are people who fuck less intimately. My hands have had many tens of thousands of hours of contact with these keys. But I owe a debt, and I mean to pay it swiftly. So, keep all this in mind, and bid if you are able. If you can't, I entirely understand. If I didn't understand, I wouldn't be auctioning this keyboard, so there's no need, here, to say that you'd bid if you were able (though the sentiments would be noble). My grateful thanks to those who can and have. Oh, and yes, the keyboard still works just fine. There are a couple of keys that stick, and a few of the letters have mostly rubbed off...but it works. At least on Macs.
Yesterday, my copies of the corrected uncorrected ARCs of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart arrived. And by now, all Sirenia Digest subscribers should have #75. Again, my apologies for the lateness. It won't happen next month. Finally, day before yesterday I finished the fifth issue of Alabaster: Wolves for Dark Horse.
I'm still pondering precisely what it means to be "dark fantasy’s most quixotically brilliant writer." Any thoughts on this matter are welcome, kittens. I'll be tilting at windmills.