22 hours ago
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Time: Yesterday. Approximately 11:00 AM
Bruce Beasley: Hey Oliver, I got your postcard. Looks great! (pause) Will the book be out this week?
Me: Thanks Bruce. I don't know. I haven't even gotten my contributor's copies, though I know the books are in a warehouse somewhere.
Scene: My bedroom. The phone rings.
Time: Yesterday. Approximately 5:00PM.
Bruce: Hey Oliver, it's Bruce.
Me: Hey Bruce. What's going on?
Bruce: I have your book.
Bruce: Yeah, I have your book. Seems like Village Books has a whole box of 'em.
So, today I hopped in my car and drove down to Village Books and bought a copy. Yeah, I know I'll be getting copies in the mail soon, but I still had my doubts about whether the book was real or not.
And there it was . . . about ten of 'em stacked up, covers facing out.
Such a weird feeling. I'm not quite elated. Relieved, really.
I had a bunch of errands to run after picking up the book and at every stop, I think I was turning pages.
Yep. FURIOUS LULLABY exists and it's out.