I’m Calling This a PSA. Humor Me.

Yamada_DH_FinalCover_smlFunny thing. While the official publication date of Yamada Monogatari: Demon Hunter was and is February 6th, it seems the physical book is available sort of…now-ish. I’ve checked, and both Amazon and Barnes & Noble list it in stock. It also is/will be available at some brick and mortar B&N, though don’t ask me which ones, and the Nook ebook edition is already listed. I’m sure the Kindle will follow shortly. So all you people who don’t like to do the pre-order thing? No excuses. The book’s ready when you are.

So it’s not official, but it is real. And now it’s that emotionally difficult time for me known as “launch time” when I’m simultaneously proud, excited, and terrified. New Book. Every writer should get to experience this at least once. Preferably lots of times, but at least once. There’s just no other feeling in the world quite like it.

As for the book itself, I like it, but feel free to tell me what you think. Don’t worry (if you were)–my ego has been worked over by experts. Nothing left but scar tissue, so I’m up for it.

Following the Wrong Gods Home

I was reading over an old blog post on the subject of short stories versus novels, and the thing that struck me about whatever I was ranting about was how dated the thing was. Irrelevant, even. I am constantly reminded that so many “truths” that I had internalized to the core of my being about the writing and publishing of sf/f just aren’t true anymore. Some were never true at all.

It’s something I should be used to by now. Back when I was struggling to “break in” at even an entry level, I had a very clear idea of what I wanted, and where I was trying to get to. The field had fairly clear parameters. I knew what magazines “counted” and what my targets were. For writers, I knew who the major players were. But a funny thing happened on my way to entering the field—by the time I got there, it wasn’t the same field. Remember the phrase, “There were giants in the earth in those days”? Well, there were. My first sale was to the venerable Amazing Stories, the absolute oldest of the magazines and arguably the first real sf magazine, period. By the time I sold my second story, to Asimov’s SF, Amazing was no more. My third story sale was to a magazine that didn’t even exist when I was targeting the first two, SF Age, now also gone. For the first fourteen years that I was selling stories my “go to” market was Realms of Fantasy, and now? Poof. Gone.

And it wasn’t just magazines. I had my heroes, writers who were almost like gods and goddesses to me. And by the time I felt somewhat part of the field, again, it wasn’t there anymore. Many of the old gods had died off or retired. New people, like me, were filling the niches. Some would go on to be major players, people I’d never even heard of in the preceding years. I was where I wanted to be, but it wasn’t where I thought it was. Continue reading