Of course, I had to pick a night that happened to be in the middle of a frigid patch of weather only a penguin could safely endure. Never mind, forge on, boats against the current and all that.
The launch of my new novel Of the Night went off without a hitch and except for that arctic air mass, which reduced our numbers somewhat, I pronounce myself pleased. I'm somewhat out of sorts this morning--after feeling so high and giddy last night, reading from my book, signing copies afterward, this morning seems sort of...anti-climactic. Back to work on more mundane matters: a collection of short stories awaits editing, e-mails to answer, promo on both my books that will be on-going...
No time for prideful reflection. Back to the grindstone, boy, and bend your back to it or you'll feel the flick of me lash...
Before I go, I suggest you pop over to my main blog: I've posted a short essay I wrote to preface my reading last night. It offers some valuable insights into independent writing/publishing and I suspect many authors and readers out there might find it of interest.
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