French COUNTING HEADS

Today marks the release of the French edition of my first novel. Somehow they translated the title to A PARADISE OF HELL. (Is that a title or a review?) It still gives me a frisson (to use a French word) of self-consciousness to see my name printed so boldly on the cover of a book. Couldn't they make it a little smaller? And put it in the corner? Oh well, here's hoping the French reading public loves me book.

MOO Delivery

Yesterday I delivered the manuscript for my second novel, MIND OVER OSHIP, to my editor at Tor. Two-and-a-half years in the making, 119,000 words, a whole lot of exercising my imagination muscle. I'm glad to complete this project and am literally collapsed on the couch by the effort. I'm going to take a little time off, and in two weeks I drive back to Fairbanks to figure out what comes next.

The photo above is a view of the Homer Spit from my yard. The spit extends halfway across the Kachemak Bay, 4.5 miles.