In Print At Last

I purchased four copies of my new novel, Brass in the Desert, from Center Point. They are good-looking large-print novels, largely intended for library distribution. As is true of most large-print titles, these are expensive, about $34, and have both paper jackets and library bindings (the cover boards carry the same art and design as the jackets).

I took a look at Amazon's page for the title, and it still seems odd. It says that the book takes one to two months to ship. The descriptive copy is not yet repaired and is embarrassing. This, surely, is the oddest publishing experience in my long career.

It's probably wishful thinking, but I sense the book will do well. I can't explain that. It's a poignant story about some misfits in the Nevada wilderness, scraping a little gold ore out of remote canyons. They all are deadly enemies--except when they need each other desperately. I am dreaming of a review that says it is one of my better books, but at that price, the odds of that are slim.