Life just keeps on getting weirder, doesn’t it? Here is how conversations with me generally go these days:
YOU: “So, how are you?”
ME: “Well, the world is a dumpster fire filled with hungry, angry ghosts and we may all be dead before this time next year, but on a personal and professional level? Pretty damned well, my friend. Pretty damned well.”
YOU: “I understand entirely, as this is the way of the world. Allow us to nod knowingly at one another over the State of Things.”
And it is entirely true! Our country continues to eat itself in a way that would make a gore manga artist blanch, but blessedly the one thing I can worry slightly less about is myself as a developing writer and a working human being. Which is all a long-winded way of saying that 2017, while resembling a clown car plowing head-on into a truck filled with gangrenous dicks, is also the year I finally sold a book.
Because of course it is.
The book’s title is The Only Harmless Great Thing, and it will be released by Tor Dot Com Publishing in 2018. It will be a Real Book Made Of Dead Pulped Trees, which also rather terrifyingly means that for the very first time, you will be required to pay money before you read something I wrote. I am not at all entirely confident that a lot of people are inclined to hand over the sweat of their brow for my disjointed word flail, but that may be why I’m a writer and not a book publisher–I don’t judge the quality of the sausage or the demand, I just grind the bejeezus outta that mess of pig parts. My editor on this project will be the fabulous Marco Palmieri, a fine and talented gentleman I’ve been wanting to work with for actual, factual years.
I’ll keep anybody who cares to know updated on release dates, pre-order links, cover art, and all that other stuff that is relevant when you are publishing an actual goddamned book holy jesus fuck how did I suddenly get here? Shockingly for me, it’s an angry little thing, filled with righteously pissed women, an elephantine Greek chorus, and an ingrained disgust for capitalism’s machinations.
I dearly, dearly hope you’ll take the journey with Tor Dot Com & I in 2018, provided we’re all still alive by that point. Fingers and trunks crossed!