Gentlemen, start your engines

Publishing a book -- as I've found out repeatedly over the past year -- involves a lot of waiting. Waiting to make the deal; waiting for emailed revisions; waiting for a package of neatly-stacked pages that you nearly maul the mailman in your excitement to receive and which you leave scattered around your living room long after line edits are done, just to have real, tangible evidence that yes, this is actually happening.

But when it comes to bringing home the really-realness of it all, you can't beat this...

...Or this.

With apologies for redundancy, of course, since if you follow me anywhere else on the internet you've already seen this. (Or if you passed within a 20-yard radius of my person on the day when I got the go-ahead to debut the jacket, in which case I probably grabbed you by the throat and demanded that you view it. Because mind-blowing excitement.)

And there you have it: a real, actual book available for real, actual pre-order on Amazon, and proof-positive that I have not, in fact, just been fucking with you (or myself) about the whole "novelist' thing.


And now that I've said that, a note: sometime before May 2012, I'm going to begin streamlining my online presence and launch an official site dedicated to my YA work (and most likely including a blog that, among other things, includes somewhat fewer posts about indecent exposure. Because, y'know, teenagers have parents and parents get upset about f-bombs and wieners.) I don't know yet what that'll mean for Pink India Ink -- maybe it'll continue to just exist in its infrequently-updated form, or maybe I'll find a way to fold it in -- but any creative suggestions (or polite reminders about forgotten, embarrassing content that's lurking back in the archives and would humiliate me if discovered by a larger population) are welcome.

Above all, thanks for being here, for reading, and for sticking around despite the long silences.