...Yup. All the Windwracked Stars is in the house! Which means your local bookstore, if they happen to be shelving a bit early, could have copies any day now. Official pub date is a week from Tuesday, however.
I'm so totally geeked about this one, guys. You have no idea.
I almost want to reread it. And y'all know how much I hate rereading my own work. Yeah, that's how excited I am.
Okay, now my job for the afternoon is to look at my notes in Dust and start going through the bits of Chill I do have written. Also, I appear to have figured out what the mammoth was for.
Which makes me happy, because I was afraid I was going to have to cut it.
Also, I realized what another part of the problem I was having with this book is: it's the title change. This is the first book of mine that's had its title changed by editorial fiat before I finished writing it, and it's throwing me off. (Original titles for the series were Pinion, Sanction, and Cleave; as you know, Bob, these have been mutated by editorial whim to Dust, Chill, and Grail.) So my head is trying to write a book called Chill, and since that's not the right title--as far as the lizard running the story engine is concerned--it's like trying to drive in the dark in Louisiana while steering by a map of Poughkeepsie. You keep running off the side of the road, and you're constrained from going very fast.
So I am giving myself permission to refer to this book (in my head, and possibly in this blog) as Sanction, and I will just hope that will serve as a proper road map.
Who knows, maybe someday when I'm famous, I can re-issue them under the right titles.