Postcards from the Garage: Water Balloon Boys Author Copies

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I now have in my hands the author copies of my first book, The Last Great Getaway of the Water Balloon Boys.  I can’t tell you what a great feeling this is.  What a beautiful hardback book.  As a former owner of a used bookstore, and one who’s sold a number of antiquarian books, I gotta tell you it’s a real pleasure to open this one up and see the words “First Edition” there on the copyright page.  I would have been fine with my first book being a paperback original, but it gives me an extra thrill for it to be a hardcover.

And if you’ve pre-ordered it, you too can hold it your hands . . . in about five days.

Postcards from the Garage: Dinosaur Diaries Author Copies

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The author copies for my other collection, The Dinosaur Diaries and Other Tales Across Space and Time, arrived in the mail the other day.  Very happy to hold this one in my hands — eighteen of my best stories which originally appeared in magazines like Ellery Queen, Asimov’s, Analog, and Realms of Fantasy.

I also saw that Amazon just discounted the price $5.  If you haven’t ordered yours, you should do so today!

Postcards from the Garage: Black Widow Author Copies

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A special treat showed up in the mail the other day — the author copies of my collection, A Web of Black Widows and Other Stories of Love and Loss.

A very beautiful book — they really do a superb job at PS Publishing.  There’s two editions of this book available, the jackletless hardcover (pictured above), and the signed limited edition with a book jacket (only a 100 copies) that matches the cover on the front piece itself.  Both are actually limited print runs — only 500 copies total.  They’re available only directly from the publisher.

Who knows, maybe someday they’ll be worth some money.

As a teaser, here’s a blurb that appears on the back of the book, which is taken from the story “A Web of Black Widows”:

“You understand it’s forever, huh? Even if you get rid of it later, there’ll still be a scar.”

“I want a spider.”

“All right, it’s your body.”

He pulled out his sketchpad from underneath a pile of magazines that people used to get ideas. Grabbed an HB pencil from the cabinet of supplies he had mounted on the wall. He flipped open the pad to a blank page. “What kind?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Not a tarantula.”

“Okay. You like black widows?”

“I don’t know. What’s one look like?”

He sketched one for her. He had done them lots of times.

“I like that,” she said.

“Okay. Where?”

“On my tummy,” she said, and opened her robe.

Steven froze. Not much happened inside his van surprised him. People wanted tattoos in all sorts of strange places, and after years in the business, he had gotten used to it. But he had never seen a pregnant woman’s naked body in real life.

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