No more tomorrows. Tomorrow is here, today.
The Master Of Verona is in stores (though I hear it’s actually been on the shelves since Saturday in Borders). I may stop by to visit it. Just to say hello.
Today is also my first book-signing at Nomad Bookhouse in Jackson. My wrist is healed and ready to pen!
Meanwhile, the second half of the interview at Reading the Past is up. And I’ve just had three more requests for interviews, which is lovely – though I’m curious what else I could possibly have to say…
While you’re over at Reading the Past, check out the comments to the first part of the interview. A discussion has begun about fight scenes in literature, and I’d be curious to know what battles or duels stand out in readers’ memories.
I’m sure I’ll have more to say soon, but for the moment I’m just trying to take in the sensation of being published. I tend to shy away from talking about the book in the abstract, but I’m proud to have it out there. The ideas are sound, and I love these people and their flaws and dreams. It is my hope that you, gentle reader, will love them too. Forgive any minor infelicities, and (borrowing a phrase from Fred Foy) return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear!
Cheers,
DB
