people will say we're in love

My books came yesterday. The wee man at the post office grunted a little when he set the boxes on the counter. What's in there? he asked. Screams, I said.

It's strange: this thing that lived in my head, these many things, then scribbled into notebooks, and rattled into keyboards, and illuminated blinking on a computer screen, letter by letter, word by word, written and read and printed and edited and read and pushed together as some kind of idea, followed and then chased by pictures, made drawings, and finally sent out, to be negotiated, and addressed, and now here they are back, finished and saying there.

How can you get your hands on a book? Well, you can come to the launch. Or you can order a book from the publisher. Or you can order one from me at bestiary@fastmail.fm (I'll send you a PayPal invoice, and mail the book once that's paid). The good news about ordering one from me is that I'll put a little ink drawing in each copy I send. The bad news is that I won't mail it until after the 19th (I need to make sure I have enough copies for the launch first). And then I'll have your address, and I'll start stalking you with a helicopter.