Saturday, March 01, 2008

Signal Silence

I'm off, boys and girls, for an arctic vacation filled with speed, snow, and—most likely—a well-calloused ass. Heading to Maine for a snowmobile vacay. If you don't hear from me in a week, I'm either dead or somewhere in the northern wilderness seeing how much nutritional content there is in a fake snowmobile seat. And fending off the rare Winter Chupacabra.

While I'm gone, though, the trade paperback of The Highwaymen will be landing on stands. On March 5, to be exact. I got my copies a couple of days ago, and there's an incredibly, satisfyingly final feeling to hold it in your hands. It is the very, very last stop for us on our journey with these characters. The trade is the terminus—holding the collection in our hands is the first, best destiny we could've hoped for. Sure, it'd have been nice if it sold through the roof, and we were busy plotting their further adventures. Alas, that was not to be. But as so many books go uncollected, hence unpreserved, this was a gratifying bookend. Literally.

An idea that began with nothing more than the words "Two shoots... one drives" is now a completed book, with our names on the glorious spine.

Wherever I am on Wednesday, whatever part of the frozen tundra, I'm gonna take a moment and bellow at the Fates, thanking them for granting me that one request. And then I'm gonna gun it until I see God—or a reasonable facsimile thereof.

See y'all in seven.

1 comment:

irkstyle said...

heyah. hope you're having a GREAT time. I'm going to be ordering my copy of the trade tomorrow (payday!) V. excited to see what all the fuss was about. (couldn't get the singles over here they were all sold out.)