Giveaway updates

Thank you to the 241 people who entered the giveaway on GOODREADS.COM for a paperback copy of my book. I thank you, the cat thanks you. I’m truly appreciative and humbled by the interest.

My publisher will be giving away 25 e-books next month on LIBRARYTHING.COM. See the September Early Reviewers list there (which should be out the first week of September).

And you’re always welcome to download a free excerpt. Substantial excerpts (currently of the advance proof) are posted here, on goodreads.com, and smashwords.com. I’m also working on getting a beefy “Look Inside the Book” posted to Amazon for the paperback version (as the Kindle excerpt is a bit too short).

Something fun: Pen review

This review is from: BIC Cristal For Her Ball Pen, 1.0mm, Black, 16ct (MSLP16-Blk) (Office Product)

These ultra-feminine, lithe, sleek pens scintilate. They have overwhelmed many senses, and maimed many identities. They now too hold me in an infernal thrall. As a man, I have reached an apotheosis or an impasse…I’ll leave that to others to reflect upon as they read on and have properly mused.

I’m one to notice slight “fluxes” in my environment. As a child, I was attuned to the screams emitted by broken glass and to the sighs carried off into the winds from pensive seascapes. I was not to escape — the aura given off by these pens.

Perhaps it’s the winsome hues? Perhaps it’s the elegant comportment suffused into these pens? Perhaps the inviting warmth of the plastic, lending itself to a gentle corporeal clutch? I don’t know…I don’t know…These pens have provoked a spiritual break and I don’t know what to do or where to turn.

Revisions, revisions

A new version of the cover went up today, as the publisher is still working the kinks out for the paperback copy…and we want it to match of course! For a new publisher and a new author, it’s been quite a learning process, but one that should pay off for the next project (and the one after that…).

Speaking of which, we are planning an audiobook version, which will also be a first-time thing. Software & hardware has been looked at and several great English actors will be offered the rare privilege of reading the book aloud – first come, boys!

From the Preface

Craigslist was an unknown to me until a dear friend extolled its beauty and strangeness. So one night, unable to sleep, I logged on, and was floored by this meeting place of high-low culture, ostentation and tawdriness happily mixed. I became enamored of this stinky and clamorous world market.

And what attracted me the most were the personals: M-W, W-M, W-W, M-M, M-W-W, W-M-tricycles.

Over succeeding nights, I continued to watch the ads scroll by…and one particular ad stood out like a plinth in a desert. Someone posted, reposted, and reposted—night after night—a desire to meet a Swiss gentleman.

But as this desperate quest continued to reappear, endlessly, people began to post rude remarks to the author (of course). This seemed so uncalled for that I posted my own response, defending her against the mounting onslaught. Others too came to her defense, in an old-fashioned battle royal.

The OP now began to append to her original ad all the letters of support she had received (mine included). I was a bit annoyed that there had been no acknowledgement or request to use my post, that I had been treated like spam….So my first personal ad was born: an act of petty revenge, a way to reclaim my own domain.

Yet the effect was electrifying. I sought nothing, expected nothing, but people emailed me, thanking me for my hilarious “ad.” Praise from intelligent, witty individuals spurred my creativity. In my brain, the doors holding back nonsense, string, and rubber balls were opened and I began a ludicrous and year-long adventure of writing personals.

And the correspondence kept coming: my ads were byzantine, ridiculously obscure, slapstick. I was begged not to tire—or retire. Naturally, I fed off of this: I was offering a public service—laughter, distraction, repasts for a tired and beaten-down society. This was my contribution: a glistening ladle of water, a smile and kind eyes for a dystopian planet’s distraught denizens.

My personals, though nonsensical and filled with trivia (of the historical kind that most appeals to me) are also ultimately and intimately personal—for they are laced with my own nostalgia for lost worlds, lost imagery, and lost people. Everything changes, and never are the things that are lost replaced by something better. The only guarantee of change is that in adapting to it, even laughing at it, you must open yourself to the awareness of loss.