Today in the mail came a single copy of Red Gold Bridge. I held it in my hands. I caressed it. I opened it with trepidation, knowing I would find typos (I didn’t, but they are there. They are always there.) I made sure the spine stayed straight and true, and I showed it to my kids and my husband and it was such a wonderful moment.
And then I signed it, packed it up, and sent it off to the auction to benefit SF writer Aaron Allston.
It was really hard to let it go, but it went off in good company — a signed copy of Gordath Wood and a signed Tales From The Secret City.
Go, little book! May you be bid on and make lots of money! If there were a humane and proper health care system in this country, I wouldn’t have had to part with you so soon! Alas!
(Okay, maybe not alas. Except for the universal health care part, that is.)