Bookday? Finally!
Oct. 13th, 2009 06:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanFinally, 'tis the official Book Release Day for Flesh and Fire. I am celebrating by... working on Book 2. Because that's how this gig goes.
To mark the occasion, I give you not an excerpt, but a repeat of
On the Occasion of My Book's Birthday, or "To Pub or Not to Pub"
(wth abject apologies to master Wm. Shakespeare)
To brace or not to brace; that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The inevitability of that Klausner review,
Or to take refuge against a poor store display,
And by ignoring deny them? To work: to weep;
No more; and by weeping to say we endure
The heart-ache and the thousand returned books
An author is prone to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To work, to weep;
To weep: perchance to go out of stock: aye, there's the rub;
For in that work of bookstores what fears may come
When we have shuffled off this contractual coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of too little backlist;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Locus,
The reviewers's wrong, the disappointed reader's spite,
The pangs of despised love, the payment's delay,
The insolence of wannabes and the spurns
That patient merit of the unpublished takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a delete button? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of there being nothing after,
The remainder'd country from whose bourn
No author returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus publishing does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And manuscripts of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the pacing of action. - Soft you now!
The fair New York Times list! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
-- ©Laura Anne Gilman 2008
and a shoutout to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mizkit who put me to the blush on the subject of Flesh and Fire.
Find your copy now!
Amazon.com//BN.com//Amazon UK//Indiebound//Powells.com//Amazon Canada//Mysterious Galaxy -- signed copies will be available!)
P.S. and the contest is still ongoing -- time for the e-book people to step up their game!
To mark the occasion, I give you not an excerpt, but a repeat of
On the Occasion of My Book's Birthday, or "To Pub or Not to Pub"
(wth abject apologies to master Wm. Shakespeare)
To brace or not to brace; that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The inevitability of that Klausner review,
Or to take refuge against a poor store display,
And by ignoring deny them? To work: to weep;
No more; and by weeping to say we endure
The heart-ache and the thousand returned books
An author is prone to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To work, to weep;
To weep: perchance to go out of stock: aye, there's the rub;
For in that work of bookstores what fears may come
When we have shuffled off this contractual coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of too little backlist;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Locus,
The reviewers's wrong, the disappointed reader's spite,
The pangs of despised love, the payment's delay,
The insolence of wannabes and the spurns
That patient merit of the unpublished takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a delete button? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of there being nothing after,
The remainder'd country from whose bourn
No author returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus publishing does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And manuscripts of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the pacing of action. - Soft you now!
The fair New York Times list! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
-- ©Laura Anne Gilman 2008
and a shoutout to
mizkit who put me to the blush on the subject of Flesh and Fire.Find your copy now!
Amazon.com//BN.com//Amazon UK//Indiebound//Powells.com//Amazon Canada//Mysterious Galaxy -- signed copies will be available!)
P.S. and the contest is still ongoing -- time for the e-book people to step up their game!
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Date: 2009-10-13 01:10 pm (UTC)Oh death, where is thy Corvette Stingray?
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Date: 2009-10-13 01:34 pm (UTC)Oh my God . . . this poem is brilliant. I'm showing this to my agent. He will die of delight (especially at that line about the delete key).
The book will sell. Do not worry.
I went through these emotions myself last week, and by now I've hit a place of zen where all I can do is grit my teeth and hang on.
Just hang on and ride the waves (smiles).
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:24 pm (UTC)And I love the poem--but I'm sure I've told you that before.
Anyway: Book day! Yay!
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:26 pm (UTC)Will perform sundry pimpage and photospam once I get it!
CONGRATS, honey!
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