In case you missed the Please Stand By message on the LiveJournal, I've pulled the trigger on the PDF versions of both Something Else: The Complete First Season and The Sunday Before You. These are both available under a Creative Commons license, so feel free to download and enjoy. If you really enjoy Sunday, order a copy. Still working up the hard copy chapbooks of Something Else, so stand by for those.

I've already gotten requests from folks for HTML and PDB versions of the files, and that's on the to-do list. So never fear.

Yes, there's the cover. This week copies will be created for the book. Which means I should have some at DragonCon, let's hope. Regardless, pre-publication orders are being taken as of now. This will be a limited run of 75 copies and then it goes away. If you want a copy, e-mail me and let me know. Cost for the book is only $5 and you can hit me up on Paypal for it (widgett@onetusk.com). If you want to send a check, contact me for a snail-mail address, but know the check needs to be made out to John Robinson, since it's his bank account. Shipping is $2 through the regular post and that will get it anywhere.

Poems in the book are as follows:

"Mithradates–he dead."
Your Body is an Alien Thing
Laughed to See Such Fun
untitled
A Prayer
Mighty Yggdrasil's Stump
Standing at the Cave Mouth
The Old Souls
Epiphany (I)
Paradise
Devotion (I)
Five Thoughts
Devotion (II)
563: The Number of Powerlessness
In Remembrance of Me
The Space Between the Silences
In Remembrance of You
The Doubt of Saints
Exodus 12:51
The Story of Isaac
Meanwhile, in Eden
Shroud
Ending
Dies Irae
Epiphany (II)
A Prophecy of Deadly Space
Blinded
Almost There
One Last Dream
Five Minutes

Thanks to everyone for their patience. Let the typesetting for Something Else commence.

From "Dies Irae," from Sunday, which I swear to God is almost done…they've figured out a way to put you inside one of my wacky metaphors. Sure it's wood and I don't think you can drink out of it (give it time), but it kinda freaks me out.

You can't unring a bell, and the two strangers who wish
they were talking suddenly become a chalice for blood–
and you can't unsee it. And that is an anagram for
Sex in one, half dozen in the other, and you say it doesn't matter.
So it doesn't matter. And the guards couldn't stop them anyway.

Found at Book of Joe by way of OhGizmo!

Well, sorry if there wasn't a lot of pics from San Diego, from which I leave today. I was actually pounding the carpet to talk to folks. It was a lot of small and medium press folks, really. Basically I was interested in people who wanted to get their word out. If they actually had a book that looked worthwhile and were nice enough to say something as simple as "Hi" as opposed to stayed locked in whatever book they were reading (no HP6s, though), then I wanted to see what was up. There were some people that were already in conversations and I tried to get back to them, but I didn't always succeed. Because the floor was freaking huge. So anyway. Not a lot of time to take pictures of weirdos for you to gawk at. There's plenty of other sites covering that, regardless.

So while I was here I finished the second pass on Sunday (damn me for my lineation) and also finished compiling Something Else: Season 1. For Something, I was able to fit what I had always thought of as the first season into the format: the first twenty-four episodes, the last of which is the one about oneirophilia, part one of the first two-parter. So that was good.

Should be going to press soon on both. Stay tuned.

The advance readers have it and have been giving me good feedback. The mockup is printed and I'm marking it up like mad. The damn thing will probably see print this month (if I can finalize the cover) and then it's onto Something Else: The Complete First Season. That will actually be easier to deal with since working on Sunday has put me back in the typesetting swing of things.

The plan for Sunday is for a one-time print run of 75 copies. When I get ready to go to press I'll start checking to see who wants a copy. Love Letters went back to press after we sold out, but that's not happening this time. We have our plans and they will develop as they unfold.

And in case I didn't mention it before, my initial plan for Something Else in chapbook form is to have 25 numbered black and white copies and 25 numbered color copies. Those too will be one-time print runs. Of course, that may completely blow itself to shit if I realize that the photos look terrible. But we'll see.

But hell, this is what publishing is like with the top down. Rock.

Couldn't sleep. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't sleep.

Sat down. Finalized The Sunday Before You.

Now I think I can sleep.

The last poem in the book is about insomnia.

Hm.