Thoughts for a rainy Sunday.
I just submitted my Oasis Sampler information (admittedly, only because submitting makes them stop sending me reminders); several filk dealers have already received their starting stock; and all pre-orders for Red Roses and Dead Things have either been delivered or contacted to arrange for delivery. I'm going to do a mailing of other pending orders for whatever this coming week, and I'm setting up Pretty Little Dead Girl on CDBaby as a part of my ongoing efforts to reduce the number of trips I make to the post office. I guess I can officially say that this CD has been put to bed. How weird.
It's always odd to realize that a project is really and for truly finished. In the case of the CDs, I have lots and lots and lots of boxes to make me feel better -- although the number of boxes of Stars Fall Home is becoming distressingly low; that's an album that isn't that much longer for the world, I think. I guess it can be a collector's item or something. And, of course, there's going to be the books to distract me.
The books. This time next year, I'll be able to pick up a copy of Rosemary and Rue from a bookshelf. My bookshelf, the bookstore bookshelf, the shelves of several of my friends. I'm a little bit shell-shocked, and getting more so every day, as more and more little revelations keep smacking into me. 'I'll be on this shelf' is one of them; 'I need to start thinking about printing bookmarks' is another. And it goes, and it goes, and it goes.
Part of today's 'whoa' is the fact that Ravens in the Library is now officially out. No, you can't go into a bookstore and pick a copy up, since this collection is Not Available In Any Store, No, Really, but it exists. It exists, people can buy it, and when they do, they'll be faced with a table of contents that begins with Neil Gaiman and ends with Seanan McGuire. It's all very real, and it's getting more real all the time. So that's why I'm scarce and scattered right now.
Thank you for being real with me.
It's always odd to realize that a project is really and for truly finished. In the case of the CDs, I have lots and lots and lots of boxes to make me feel better -- although the number of boxes of Stars Fall Home is becoming distressingly low; that's an album that isn't that much longer for the world, I think. I guess it can be a collector's item or something. And, of course, there's going to be the books to distract me.
The books. This time next year, I'll be able to pick up a copy of Rosemary and Rue from a bookshelf. My bookshelf, the bookstore bookshelf, the shelves of several of my friends. I'm a little bit shell-shocked, and getting more so every day, as more and more little revelations keep smacking into me. 'I'll be on this shelf' is one of them; 'I need to start thinking about printing bookmarks' is another. And it goes, and it goes, and it goes.
Part of today's 'whoa' is the fact that Ravens in the Library is now officially out. No, you can't go into a bookstore and pick a copy up, since this collection is Not Available In Any Store, No, Really, but it exists. It exists, people can buy it, and when they do, they'll be faced with a table of contents that begins with Neil Gaiman and ends with Seanan McGuire. It's all very real, and it's getting more real all the time. So that's why I'm scarce and scattered right now.
Thank you for being real with me.