So… yeah. I’ve once again left Flametoad unattended while Real Life took over. The big news is that the first print run of Buried Tales of Pinebox, Texas will be arriving on my doorstep later today. That was actually an accident. When I placed the order I forgot to change the delivery address to our warehouse in Tennessee. So instead the whole shipment is coming to Texas… today! I’ll hold back a box for authors, Midnight Cellar sales, and 12 to Midnight officers, but Friday the remaining boxes will go back in the mail to our warehouse.
Am I excited? Heck yeah! I got a nice little writeup on my local business organization’s website, but I felt like saying “It’s not about me. Honest!” I take great pride in the book, but it’s the kind of pride a parent feels for his child. Yes, I wrote one of the stories. I even think it’s a good one. This somewhat hard to explain and may be even harder to understand, but my real pride comes from everyone else’s contributions. Even though I’ve read each story several times by now, I still get thrill from reading David Wellington’s Off Radio, or Shane Lacy Hensley’s Guitar Zero, or Jason L. Blair’s Lovable Creatures, or Jess Hartley’s, or Derek Gunn’s, or any of them. They’ve brought to life the strange little corner of Texas that I and the other 12 to Midnighters have been building for the last five years. This experience has been equal parts thrilling, exhausting, and humbling. I feel deep gratitude to our Editor, Matt McElroy, who got the project off the ground and led it so ably.
If you want a copy of Buried Tales, head on over to the Midnight Cellar or ask for TWL6001 at your local game shop. The e-book will also be up for sale in the near future.
Popularity: 7% [?]
You’re doing it, man. It’s a dream come true. I’m proud of y’all.
Congrats on the publication! Any review copies available?
I could probably send one your way.
Send me a message via Facebook, and I’ll send you my address.