Cherie Priest's Blog: It's awards season, so here comes the shameless self-promotion, page 31

I know nothing stays the same

I've become a terrible blogger - and Facebooker, too. Likewise a mediocre tweeter, a sporadic email correspondent, and a wholesale failure at G+, tumblr, and youtube alike. But if I can muster any resolutions for 2014, you may rest assured that rectifying this situation...probably won't be among them.

I have (to oversimplify, and yet say something that is true) three books to write in 2014 - plus another two to usher through production. On deck there are also half a dozen work-related trips that will take me out of town - and I can surely count on the ordinary obstacles that life tends to toss into the mix, just when I think I've gotten some momentum going.

I guess we'll see.

Professionally, 2013 was hit and miss at best. I only had one novel released, Fiddlehead - and while it was pretty well received, its arrival meant the end of an era. I also had only a single story hit the streets: "The Button Man and the Murder Tree" - which I'm quite proud of, though I wish I'd had the time to be more active in the Wild Cards universe, as of late. So...bittersweet, all around.

However, I have high hopes for 2014.

It's true, I've concluded the best-selling series of my career thus far, and yes, I've more or less given up on a Boneshaker movie ever seeing the light of day - but let's be real: The odds on that were never particularly high in the first place. (Of course, Hollywood is welcome to prove me wrong.)

But also in 2013, I sold four new books. Furthermore, I handed in a very different kind of adult novel (for me) to a new editor at a new house, a very different kind of YA novel (for me) to a different new editor at a different new house, and conned GRRM into accepting another story of mine for a (non-Wild Cards) anthology. I also got a jumpstart on Jacaranda for Subterranean Press; so even with all the work ahead, I'll have things on the market to show for 2013's toil.

God, I mean - I hope so.
* * *
If life runs in cycles, than 2013 was clearly the end of one - and 2014 must therefore be the beginning of another. I hope so. The last few years have been pretty overwhelming, highs and lows alike. 2013 leaves me with a mountain of work left untouched, a host of things unfinished, a stack of opportunities I just couldn't take - and a couple that I probably shouldn't have. It leaves me wrung out and strung out. It leaves me - above everything else - very, very tired.

But it also shuffles off with a promise...a wink and a hint that there's more to come, and by God, I just might like it.
* * *
So happy new year, everyone. I won't have time for an Official New Year's post, so this is all you're getting. On January 1st, I'm flying out first thing in the morning for Houston, then on to Galveston for Space City Con. And shortly after I return from that one, I'm off to Michigan for Legendary ConFusion.

But then...then it's home sweet home until May.

Between now and then, I'll do my best to keep up with my word metrics here - and continue to provide you with dog and cat pictures, network television snark, and occasional drunken rants with friends in public. But right now, I have no idea how successful I'll be, when it comes to such things. So I'd better not make any promises, except that yes - I'll try.

Thanks for staying with me, folks. Thanks for reading, thanks for buying books, thanks for coming out to my signings and other assorted events. Thanks for being passionate, and interested, and engaged. Thanks for having me along for the ride. Thanks for your patience, your enthusiasm, and glee. Thanks for showing up.

Anyway, stick around. The wheel turns.
The new year arrives.
Hang on tight.

Here goes.

You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone

I'm still alive, I promise.

I finished Draft 1.0 of Princess X and handed it off to the editor. Right now, I'm powering through the Maplecroft rewrites, for I'm set to hand those in by the end of the week - before I fly to Florida, come Monday. When I get back from Florida, I have to pack up for a trip to Houston; and then I get a week home before I pack up again for Detroit. And of course, I want a draft of Jacaranda* done by the end of January, because I need to start on Maplecroft's followup.

So I hope you'll forgive me if I'm a little quiet, over here. I hope to come up for air this weekend, perhaps - and produce a proper post, with actual content and stuff. Then again, I might just crash and sleep for a couple of days. Hard to say.

ANYWAY. Happy holidays, whichever ones you celebrate - if in fact you celebrate anything at all. Happy December, if that's the case, and a fabulous New Year to all!



* I've added a few thousand words, but I set it aside temporarily - in favor of finishing the Maplecroft rewrites. This way, I might get to do some work on Jacaranda in Florida, in the hotel that inspired the story.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'

And so the deadlines churn. Today, at long last, I finished a solid draft of Princess X. I'm calling it "Draft 0.5" because it still needs a good smoothing pass; I removed and added a lot of content, and while I believe everything works and holds together, it'll take one last thorough read-through before I'm confident.

That said, the more distance I can put between Right This Moment and The Last Read-Through Before I hand in Draft One...the better. But I can really only give it about a week. The plan at present is to hand it in next Friday...or possibly the following Monday, at latest.

Anyway. If you're curious, I removed several thousand words and added almost that much back into the mix. The final draft tally, at present, is 64,409 words. And for the next week (or so), I'll concentrate on (a). giving myself a little mental break, maybe over the weekend, and (b). starting content on Jacaranda in earnest.

I'm looking forward to it, honestly. I've been nibbling at that project in bits and pieces - during what precious little "down time" I permitted myself while on the death-march; and I find it so...peculiarly easy, if that makes any sense. I found the center of this one quickly, without too much difficulty. The voices are coming smoothly, the structure isn't fighting me, and the tone is precisely what I want.

This is somewhat unusual. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And on that note ... here's recent progress on my poltergeist-plagued hotel horror story, wherein everyone’s favorite steampunk Texas Ranger joins forces with a goth-as-hell gunslinger-turned-padre who may (or may not) have supernatural powers:
Project: Jacaranda
Deadline: March 31, 2014
New words written: 1835
Present total word count: 7580



Things accomplished in fiction: Met the fellow guests of the Jacaranda Hotel; checked out a crime scene that's been quietly hidden.

Next up: Quiet mayhem. And then some loud mayhem, I suspect.

Things accomplished in real life: Morning jaunts around the neighborhood with the dog; several jaunts to the dog park; copious editing and writing and rewriting on Princess X; grocery shopping; housework; all the Christmas shopping; round #1 of Christmas cards; went to and from the bank/post office/Walgreens/grocery store a time or two; mostly just worked.

Other: HUZZAH and HOORAY - for the fine folks at i09 have given Fiddlehead a very kind (and only mildly spoilery) write-up . Many thanks to all involved, of course; click to read if you're curious, but, um...as with all things - don't read the comments.

Four-legged other: Have continued the dog-park trips with Greyson, to mixed results. Sometimes he's on cloud 9 the entire time he's there; other times, like this afternoon, he acts like he could take or leave it. It doesn't seem related to any other dog's behavior, so I have no idea. He has many dog-friends there, and is well-received by everyone - just sometimes, I guess, he's not in the mood to socialize.

Bonus four-legged other: Car time remains stable at "No barfing, but continued drooling and shaking." He calmly and patiently goes to the car, gets into the car, and then climbs frantically over me to get out of it again. Maybe this is as good as it'll get. His comfort level when he arrives in new places is much higher; his confidence and fellow-dog-socialization-skills have improved greatly; and he doesn't wig out, hide, and cry at the prospect of travel...but woo boy howdy, he does not enjoy the ride.

Furthermore four-legged other: I guess it's okay if he doesn't "enjoy" the ride - I just wish I could say or do something to make him less afraid of it. But we've definitely hit a plateau in that regard.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 177,186

It's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain

Looking back on that last post - so filled with promise! So filled with work! - I guess it's no big surprise it's taken me a week to get around to posting again. My absence hasn't been very interesting from an internet-posting standpoint; indeed, it's exactly what you'd expect: I'm trying to juggle three deadlines and wrap up remodeling on my house before the holidays set in.

It makes for busy times, but not very bloggable times.

That said, the house is as done as it can expect to get, anytime soon - so that's one thing down. We now have a formal dining room, a much cozier living room/den, and a fully remodeled master bath. UNFORTUNATE NO MORE. [:: flings confetti ::]

Now I can stagger my days around the following routine (as required by deadline hierarchy): (1). mornings, get a few words done on Jacaranda, (2). break for lunch, (3). spend all afternoon cleaning up Princess X until such a time as Princess X achieves Draft One status - and then move on to Maplecroft revisions, and bring that one up to Draft Two status.

Present time-table projects this round of Princess X revisions should wrap up by the end of next week, knock on wood. Then it's Maplecroft, which I'd like to hand in around New Year's - and since the revisions aren't too heinous, that shouldn't be a problem. Knock on even more wood. And all the while, I'll spend a couple hours every possible morning working on Jacaranda, producing a full draft by New Year's as well. Knock on a whole damn forest.

I suppose I'll go Christmas shopping when I'm dead, or something.

Anyway, this is how the sausage gets made.
Enjoy.

And on that note ... here's recent progress on my poltergeist-plagued hotel horror story, wherein everyone’s favorite steampunk Texas Ranger joins forces with a goth-as-hell gunslinger-turned-padre who may (or may not) have supernatural powers:
Project: Jacaranda
Deadline: March 31, 2014
New words written: 2719
Present total word count: 5745



Things accomplished in fiction: Met a nun about a thing. Toured awful hotel. Got a glimpse of the insanity just under the floorboards.

Next up: Visit crime scene. Have supper. Meet fellow hotel guests.

Things accomplished in real life: Morning jaunts around the neighborhood with the dog; bathroom remodeling completed; assembled epic solid wood dining room table (LIKE A BOSS); hooked up some old friends with our (not very) old couch that no longer suited our needs; cleaned house top to bottom while the place was partially empty (after one couch departed, and before the massive silver velour sectional and/or dining room furniture arrived); went shopping with husband for odds and ends and groceries; went to the bank; went to the post office; filed a crap-ton of receipts and paperwork; picked up old frames with new glasses lenses in them, and they are marvelous; ordered new contacts; took dog to the dog park a couple of times.

Other: Still enjoying working on Jacaranda quite a lot. It's very different in tone from anything I've done in awhile, and it's smaller...so I can be a little more "macro" with it, if that makes any sense. I wish it didn't get the shortest nub of my work day, but for now, that's just how it's gotta be.

Highly aggravating other: Our brakes are starting to go. Dammit.

Four-legged other: Greyson continues to do gloriously well at the dog park. He has about a half a dozen dedicated dog friends, of whom at least 2-3 are always present in the afternoons. One of his favorites is "Kayak." Kayak is a Newfoundland, and Greyson is basically his Mini-Me. Or Kayak is Greyson's Mega-Me, however you choose to look at it. They are buds, and it is adorable.

Bonus four-legged other: Greyson's car anxiety continues to improve, though incrementally. He will willingly (sometimes, almost eagerly) go to and from the vehicle - but he still acts like he's going to a firing squad, every moment he's actually riding in it. He shivers, shakes, and drools like mad, even though he clearly knows (at this point) that everything will be okay. I don't know. All we can do is keep this up, and hope that in time, the poor little dude can find his zen.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 175,351

It is written in the stars above

OMG guess what! Library Journal gave Fiddlehead a starred review! I'm so relieved, you have no idea; the trade reviews have been slow to come, on this one - I just thank heaven that they're great so far. (Even Kirkus's wildly backhanded piece was overall quite positive. And funny.)

Here's the pertinent text, just so you don't have to go clicking around. Ahem:
This is a compelling finale to a fantastic series. The good guys are complex and sympathetic; the villains are suitably clever and malign. The action rattles along at breakneck speed, and the reader can’t resist coming along for the wild ride, which includes a climactic battle featuring a wheelchair-bound Abe Lincoln and a temporarily sober Ulysses S. Grant. Highly recommended for all readers of fantasy and steampunk.
Hooray, I say! And many thanks to the fine folks at LJ who took the time to be so kind.

And actually, that's not the only good news I got today. Indeed, my editor at Ace has delivered unto my inbox ... the Maplecroft editorial letter! She's thrilled with the draft, and her notes are minimal! (Holy crap, got a lot of exclamation points going on in this post. SO BE IT.) It's a hell of a weight off, knowing that the project is well received - and not returned with a note that says, "Kindly push yourself off a cliff, thanks."

However, it does mean that the rest of my year looks like this: (1). Perform revisions/provide Draft One of Princess X, (2). revise and provide Draft Two of Maplecroft, (3). complete most of a draft of Jacaranda, and (4). not collapse and die over the holidays or anything.

[:: checks calendar ::]
So... right. That's what, like, six weeks? I probably won't collapse and die. I bet.

And on that note ... here's today's progress on my poltergeist-plagued hotel horror story, wherein everyone’s favorite steampunk Texas Ranger joins forces with a goth-as-hell gunslinger-turned-padre who may (or may not) have supernatural powers:
Project: Jacaranda
Deadline: March 31, 2014
New words written: 1729
Present total word count: 3026



Things accomplished in fiction: Arrived at sinister hotel.

Next up: Meet a nun about a thing.

Things accomplished in real life: Morning jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; went to lunch; fielded a number of important emails; declined a couple of conventions due to scheduling issues; coordinated some logistical things re: the last little bit of the remodeling/getting new furniture in and old furniture out; still managed to get some writing done. [:: high fives self ::]

Other: I'm pacing myself on this one, much like the Maplecroft draft. Apparently, if my Ace editor can be believed, my drafts turn out much stronger this way. And besides, it's not like I can dedicate all day to it, or anything - not with the other stuff looming.

Four-legged other: Greyson showed real progress at yesterday's dog park outing! First of all, when he realized where we were going, he dithered around and hemmed and hawed, but he didn't make me chase him down to put the leash on him. He sat the door like a gentleman and then got into the car with only a little drama. Then, upon our arrival, he leaped out of the vehicle tail wagging and ready to romp! (Usually it takes him a few minutes to shake off the car anxiety.) Best yet, he quit pretending we were his embarrassing parents who were following him around a mall; he checked in with us repeatedly to say "hello," and let me leash him up easy-peasy when it was time to go. (Previously, he's always turned leaving-time into a game of nervous tag - and we've had to corral him before we could take him home.) It's working, you guys - it's working! Slowly but surely, our furry bundle of neuroses is turning into a normal dog! (I mean, he still shakes and drools while he's actually in the car, but I think he's getting the general idea. Maybe?)

Number of fiction words so far this year: 172,632

Forgetting all I couldn't do today

Here's today's progress on my poltergeist-plagued hotel horror story, wherein everyone’s favorite steampunk Texas Ranger joins forces with a goth-as-hell gunslinger-turned-padre who may (or may not) have supernatural powers:
Project: Jacaranda
Deadline: March 31, 2014
New words written: 1297
Present total word count: 1297



Things accomplished in fiction: I have a start! It's a small start - but a start all the same, and I'm very happy with it. Introduced the first of three main characters. Rode in a cart. Read a letter. Heard a confession.

Next up: Ride a ferry; check into a hotel.

Things accomplished in real life: Morning jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; went to lunch; went to the bank; spent a ridiculous amount of time troubleshooting my printer (and internet); tidied the house; took down the hanging flower baskets off the porch since they were dead and gross.

Other: I actually wrote about a thousand words on this over the weekend, but threw most of it out. Finally found the tone and thread I want to start with - and I'm very, very happy with it. But beginnings are always hard for me. I'm a little surprised this one came together as easily as it did.

Four-legged other: Greyson is going back to the dog park this afternoon. He also has a groomer's appointment on Wednesday, so that'll probably screw up some of our gentle conditioning ... but we've put it off too long. Mostly it's his feet that need attending; when he trots around on the house's hardwoods, he sounds like the Addams Family's "Thing" wearing acrylics and fuzzy mittens. (Besides, he has extra toes - and those nails don't touch the ground, so they don't wear down on their own. If we let them go, they'll just curl back into themselves and hurt him.) He doesn't particularly enjoy getting groomed, but he grudgingly tolerates it. Maybe we'll get him one plain cheese Krystal on the way home, to make up for the inconvenience.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 170,903

For it is the drum of drums - it is the song of songs

Without going into too much detail about Projects That Never Happened, suffice it to say Jacaranda was originally pitched as a five-part comic. But because I really liked the story, I sat on it...and sat on it...and one day a very fine fellow at Subterranean Press reminded me that I hadn't written anything for him in awhile, sooooo....

...So I pulled out my notes, dusted them off, and still really liked what I saw. With a little rejiggering, it'd work just fine as ordinary prose! High fives all around!

The editor agreed - so now (as announced a few months ago) it's going to be a novella; and as of today, I'm almost ready to dive into it. I say "almost," because I have some errands to run tomorrow, and may not get a chance to begin in earnest until Sunday or Monday... but here's the word metrics template anyway.

[:: drumroll please ::]

Here's today's progress on my poltergeist-plagued hotel horror story, wherein everyone’s favorite steampunk Texas Ranger joins forces with a goth-as-hell gunslinger-turned-padre who may (or may not) have supernatural powers:
Project: Jacaranda
Deadline: March 31, 2014
New words written: Zilch!
Present total word count: Nada! words



Things accomplished in fiction: Nothing at all!

Things accomplished in real life: Morning jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; cooked a huge lunch; went to eye doctor to (a). drop off my previous glasses frames for new lenses, and (b). pick up some new trial contacts because it sure would be nice to not wear my glasses sometimes, once in awhile; took the dog for an afternoon jaunt around the neighborhood, accompanied by the husband this time.

Other: The deadline on this one is technically the end of March, but I very much want to have a draft done around New Year's - with a final product delivered a little later, but still well ahead of schedule. I have two other books to write next year, too, and I have to really budget my calendar.

Other 2, Electric Bugaloo: Yes, this is a Clockwork Century story. However, it will top out around 45,000 words or so; and it is not part of the primary arc (which concludes with Fiddlehead). This tale is set fifteen years later, in southeast Texas.

Four-legged other: Greyson viewed his afternoon walk with deep suspicion, but once he realized we weren't going for a car-ride, he warmed up fine. [:: sigh ::] This is gonna take awhile, y'all.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 169,606

Leads you here despite your destination

Here's today's progress on my modern pseudo-noir young-adult mystery with murder, medical blackmail, pop culture myth-making, missing persons, and a digital Hail Mary that's become an international sensation:
Project: Princess X
Deadline: January 1, 2014
New words written: 2481
Present total word count: 64,121 words



Things accomplished in fiction: DRAFT ONE, BITCHEZ.

Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; inbox zero achieved; baked husband a birthday cake or made a valiant effort and anyway, it came out pretty good; went to lunch with husband; cleaned up after the cake-baking incident; took dog to dog-park to run off some of his boundless energy because big fluffy dog is ALL ABOUT this colder weather.

Other: Time to put this one down, let it cool off for a few weeks, and come back for the clean-up pass. It's not my strongest draft ever, but it's WHOLE. I think. Probably. And that's the important bit.

Other from the Black Lagoon: Kirkus reviews Fiddlehead - and I am deeply amused. (Hey, at least they [generally] liked it!)

Next up: Jacaranda, which I'll start probably next week. Maybe sooner.

Four-legged other: Two steps forward, one step back. Good: (1). Greyson now knows the phrase "dog park" and (2). had a wonderful time while he was there, but Bad: He wigged out when he made the connection that "dog park" must be preceded by "riding in the car." Well, by "wigged out" I mean...really, he just curled up in his bed and looked sad, then - once he was leashed -he didn't want to leave the house. But he got into the car obediently, once he reached it; and on the way back home, he was golden. So...progress? Technically? Right?

Four-legged clarifier: Obviously, if he didn't enjoy the dog park, we wouldn't subject him to this. He absolutely loves it. (Just...not enough to brave the car unafraid. Yet.)

Number of fiction words so far this year: 169,606

When you and I were forever wild

Okay I'm just going to front-load this here, in case you didn't see it this morning: Today is Fiddlehead day! So please, go take a look at that post, check out the FAQs, and considering picking up the final full-length novel in the Clockwork Century universe.

I apologize for making a BUY MY BOOK nuisance of myself, and I promise I won't make every post about this book until next year ... but you know how it goes. I've gotta put food on plates, and kibble in bowls over here.

That said, in addition to the usual book-day song-and-dance, I've also gotten some writing done. Because having one book debut doesn't mean the other deadlines just conveniently vanish for a few weeks. (Alas.) So I've been busy.

Here's recent progress on my modern pseudo-noir young-adult mystery with murder, medical blackmail, pop culture myth-making, missing persons, and a digital Hail Mary that's become an international sensation:
Project: Princess X
Deadline: January 1, 2014
New words written: 6629 (weeee!)
Present total word count: 61,640 words



Things accomplished in fiction: I'd say it's all over but the shouting, except that the shouting's over, too. Now I just need to write a touching final chapter...and one filler piece that I accidentally left out.

Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; inbox zero achieved once more; agreed to another convention appearance next year; tentatively agreed to a radio interview; answered a crap-ton of FAQ re: Fiddlehead here, there, and everywhere else; big fat load of laundry; prep for husband's birthday tomorrow.

Other: Yes, I changed the bar to reflect a 65k wordcount goal. That's probably closer to the final tally. These things are hit-and-miss, sometimes.

Four-legged other: Greyson has been to the dog-park twice since that last post, and has very much enjoyed both trips. He still drools and shakes in the car, but he's much more confident and happy when he arrives on-site for dog shenanigans. Progress is being made.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 167,125

FIDDLEHEAD AHOY!

Finally, you guys - the big day is here: Fiddlehead is now in stores in the United States and the UK! It's been a hell of a ride, you guys, but this is the final full-length* Clockwork Century novel, and I promise you IT IS A DOOZY.

I mean, I don't know about YOU, but MY definition of "DOOZY" is somewhere along the lines of "WILD-ASS 19TH CENTURY POLITICAL THRILLER UNLIKE ANYTHING YOU'VE EVER READ AND I DO MEAN EVER."

Oh, but I can already hear the protests: "MORE STEAMPUNK???! It is probably just gears on hats and curly mustaches for no reason and BESIDES if I haven't read the other books, I'll have NO IDEA what's going on!"

INCORRECT.

THINGS YOU WON'T FIND IN FIDDLEHEAD no matter how hard you look (no for real I am SERIOUS):
Gears on hats.
Curly mustaches for no reason.
Stuff that makes no sense unless you've read all the other books.

THINGS YOU WILL TOTALLY FIND IN FIDDLEHEAD and you won't even have to look very hard (I PROMISE):
MURDERY ESPIONAGE PLOTS
A KICKASS INVENTOR FIGHTING CRIME WITH SCIENCE
SECRET AGENTS WITH VERY SKETCHY PASTS
A LADY DETECTIVE WHO FIGHTS DIRTY
WICKED INDUSTRIALIST WARHAWKS
TWO PRESIDENTS UNDER SIEGE BY ASSASSINS
A ZOMBIE WHO TOTALLY DESERVES TO BE ONE
OH MY GOD PEOPLE THIS IS BARELY THE BEGINNING

That said, YES - FANS OF THE SERIES WILL GET SOME ANSWERS. Have you wondered what became of Croggon Hainey and the crew of the Free Crow? Curious about the mysterious Kirby Troost: is he full of hot air, or the badass he pretends? Pondering how the Civil War is going to end?

THEN KEEP READING, MY FRIENDS.
Because Fiddlehead is the cure for what ails you!

Publishers Weekly had some very kind things to say about it - to wit:

"Priest’s final Clockwork Century novel (after The Inexplicables) wraps things up nicely, once again turning a mash-up of too-worn genre tropes (steampunk, alternate Civil War, zombies) into a work of entertainment laced with social criticism. In 1879, as the Civil War continues to rage, scientist and ex-slave Gideon Bardsley’s invention, a massive computer called the Fiddlehead, has predicted that the zombie outbreak from the Northwest will overwhelm both sides if they don’t end the war. Working with ex-president Lincoln (long disabled from an assassination attempt), he enlists the Pinkertons, including their agent Belle Boyd, in an attempt to find allies in the South. Meanwhile, amoral businesswoman Katharine Haymes attempts to prolong the war for her own reasons. Priest again throws in a huge cast of characters, and the historical figures (Boyd, Lincoln, Grant) are as interesting as the fictional ones. New readers would benefit from starting at the beginning of the series, but returning fans will be satisfied by the elegant conclusion and will regret that a great series has ended."

[:: flings confetti ::]
[:: deploys tee shirt cannon ::]
[:: performs ridiculous touchdown dance ::]

AND HOW DO YOU GET YOUR HOT LITTLE HANDS ON THIS BOOK? Let me help.

First and foremost, if you have the option - it'd be really nice if you'd hit up your local independent bookseller. If they don't have it in stock, they can order it for you, easy-peasy; or if you're not sure what's out there, you can check this link at IndieBound for a store that carries it near you.

Failing that, here are some links to set you up with the usual suspects:
Fiddlehead at Amazon.com
Fiddlehead in Kindle form
Fiddlehead at Barnes & Noble.com
Fiddlehead in Nook form

For other e-reader editions, click here - And scroll down to the "Buy the Book" section for digital options.
For UK readers click here - For all the availability details.

SO NOW WHAT?

So now...on a different note. (Because I can have as many notes in my post as I want, that's why.)

This is the end of an era for me, and it is a bittersweet thing to send Fiddlehead out into the world. May you find it easily, read it happily, and share it with friends of a like-minded nature. Thank you all for your support, always - thank you for embracing this weird little series with the zombies and the gas, and the spies and the dirigibles, and giants and monsters and heroes.

Thank you for everything.
But most of all, thank you for reading.

~Cherie Priest


* Novella Jacaranda will be out through Subterranean Press late next year, I believe. It takes place 20 years after the events of Fiddlehead, and will be unrelated to the main arc.