If You Can't Say Anything Nice...

My numbers at Amazon are not as high as I'd like them these days (although I've had a couple of author friends assure me that's only a small part of the puzzle), but if you go by the slogan of "Think Global, Act Local," then Napier's Bones is doing very well indeed. The local paper has a small Books section in its Saturday paper, and included there is a list of the Top 10 selling books from the past week for McNally Robinson Booksellers here in Saskatoon.

And there, sitting in 4th place, is Napier's Bones. This pleases me greatly, especially since the local press has been no help whatsoever.

Labels: ChiZine Publications, Napier's Bones, publishing, sales, Saskatoon, writing

We're now in our house in Saskatoon. We gave up possession of our Prince George home on July 25, having stayed with friends the night before, since all our worldly goods had been loaded into three containers. After cleaning and minor details were finished on Friday we left for Peace River and stayed there with Jo's family until Thursday, when we left for Edmonton to stay with my parents in their own new home. Then we drove to Toontown on the holiday Monday and stayed from then until Thursday night at a friend's place (said friend thankfully out of town, so that we weren't tripping over each other). I started work on Tuesday, we got the keys on Friday, stayed at a hotel that night, and then the movers brought us our lives back (minus all the unpacking and moving stuff back and forth) on Saturday.

It's been almost unbearably hot here, although today cooled off nicely. The house is great on the inside, needs a lot of work in the yard. The neighbours are great, and we've been over for beers at Dean and Sandy's already. Pictures will follow, once all the boxes are squared away.

Labels: home, moving, Saskatoon