B of the Bang

It has a name! My new book, that is. It’s called B of the Bang and I’m cock-a-hoop about it. You should go and pre-order it now! As far as titles go I think it knocks Before and After and Flesh and Blood into a cocked hat. Sorry for all the cocks in this opening para by the way, I’m tired and my mind is straying. Perhaps I need a cocktail.

I knocked up a bad graphic to alert people to the arrival of both the name and the pre-order page (ebook only, Amazon doesn’t let you do paperback pre-orders, why? I know not). Anyway, the designer of the book was not amused. I think she’s worried that people will mistake my cock-ups for her art. She did give me 10/10 for the concept though, although interestingly she refused to mark the execution.

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And if she thought that was bad, take a look at the absolute horror show of a cover I mocked up for a pre-sale placeholder image. Honestly, I might try and find how to hide this behind a spoiler blur, because I think you should have to opt into this shite:

MY EYES!

Good Lord I hope that doesn’t get archived and I have it following me around until the day I die. Anyway. B of the Bang: it lives. It’s such a relief to have it out of my head and starting to seep out into the world like, well, like the evil little fart that it is.

If you can take one more piece of exciting news, my dog won prettiest bitch in our local dog show this afternoon. Then she one-upped herself by winning Best in Show, despite breaking out in stress dandruff when she entered the show ring. She’s the cock of the walk. Good girl!

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