On unbecoming Schroedinger's Gillian

Satalyte (the publisher) has just made a quiet announcement. They've taken on (poor souls) my novel, Langue[dot]doc 1305, and all going well, there will be an uncorrected proof available at Loncon. This is the light I was speaking about the other day. It's a very fine light indeed.

The book is the one I swore I would never write (straight SF, using the Middle Ages) and those of you who are reviewers who would like advance copies can send me email addresses if they so desire, for e-copies (it will be out in both electronic and print form) will be available soon.

I'm being very dignified about this externally, but inside is a giant bubble of joy. It's been a very tough six months, but these two things redeem it.

For readers who want to know if it's like my other books, it is and it isn't. The focus is on the people, but the canvas is a bit bigger than the single household in Cellophane and a lot more historically proper (it's a time travel novel, not a fantasy one) than in Illuminations. The voice is there, for certain, and the bad jokes. My zombie ancestry joke makes an appearance. So does cave karaoke, because a time travel novel is simply not complete without cave karaoke. I think you should grab a copy when it appears and make up your own mind if you like it.