This is pretty surreal.

I just spent an hour signing books.

The Blood-Tainted Winter is available for pre-order today.

Official release is November 20th.

I mean, c’mon.  That’s crazy.

I look at this stack of books that will soon be shipped off to my Kickstarter backers, and I honestly have to remind myself that the words on those pages are actually something I wrote.  Maybe it’s because I wrote them so long ago or maybe there’s some weird, first novel detachment syndrome lodged in my brain, but whatever it is, I’m so excited.

I have a book.

A real book.

And people will be reading it soon.

Strangers, even.

You know what I’m thinking?

I’m thinking it’s too bad I don’t even have an adult beverage in my fridge to celebrate.  Maybe I should fix that.