Off to Ireland.
If it seems like I’m pushing this incessantly, well, I am, and will continue doing so. I kind of have to — I’m ultimately the only one who really gives a damn. I just got a look at some of the order numbers for some various independent bookstores around the country, and I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. Two copies here, three copies there — and some of these are bookstores which I know for a fact have sold a lot of my books over the years. And this is what will happen, most likely: they’ll sell those two or three copies pretty quickly, and then they’ll reorder a few more, but they’ll be out of stock for a week or two, and every customer who walks in their door who might have picked up the book on impulse won’t do so, because it won’t be there, because they’re ordering three copies at a time, because they’re afraid it won’t sell — which then becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. So, yeah, I’m gonna flog it here. It’s all I’ve really got.
Anyway — sporadic posting this week. Not sure if Bob’s going to be around or not. And as I say, if you want to send email, you’d probably be smart to wait until I get back, so your message doesn’t get lost in the flood.