It’s official. My second novel is out in the world. I’ve had e-mails of sightings at various bookstores, and through Amazon or Powell’s preordering, but now’s when people start to ask, “So how does it feel?”, and I have to say, honestly, “I don’t know.” It’s sort of an anticlimactic mishmash of happiness, pride, trepidation, and uncertainty. You sell a book long before it appears in the world, and of course, you start writing it a good while before that, and somehow, there’s a sense of unreality to the whole process, start to finish, conception through publication. I’m not knocking unreality. I suspect some of the best lives feel unreal to the people who are living them. I’ve got some readings coming up (see the “News” section of the site for more information), and hopefully some book clubs to attend, and the reviews have started to appear on various websites, and there are the e-mails from readers who love the book or hate it (you don’t tend to hear from people who feel anything in between), so…we’re off.