Well, today I got a purchase order in the mail from BCH for twenty books.

Okay. So. This is it. Now it's up to me to move these books. Now I've got to learn about the great wide wonderful world of promotion.

"Damn it, Jim, I'm a writer, not a sideshow carny!"


In other news, I just got through watching the last two episodes of Stargate Atlantis (Seige 1 & 2). Y'know, I didn't think anybody could be as much of a donkey's rear end as Sumner, then Everett shows up. Come to think about it, the only nice Marine I've seen on either SG-1 or Atlantis has been Ford. All the good guys have been Air Force (not that that isn't the natural state of the universe, so far as I'm concerned, I mean, come on, airplanes people! Chuck Yeager was Air Force! Neil Armstrong is Air Force! John Glenn was third! Get over it!) (Okay, yes, Alan Shepherd was Navy. But Gus Grissom was Air Force. Get over it. We're better.) I mean, you'd think the Marines would be making a stink about this. Or maybe they haven't noticed. I mean, it must take some pretty unsubtle hints to get through to them. But geez, how much more unsubtle can you get than every human bad guy in the Stargate universe is a Marine?! And how much more unsubtle can you get when every Air Force guy in Stargate is droolworthy, funny, and is willing to fly suicide missions to save everybody?! While, unfortunately, leaving his best friend/significant other without a proper goodbye, thereby ensuring them a mountain of emotional troubles that said self-sacrificing dashing pilot will have to spend the next (X) amount of days/weeks/months making up for in creative and inventive ways, and yes I've been reading lots and lots of Atlantis slash lately, sigh, I have two more fictional men added to my Harem List. John and Rodney get Mondays through Thursdays now. Jack and Daniel are Friday through Sunday. Romi, Chianna and Obi-Wan are full-time, with occassional visits by Methos when he can be pried away from Duncan.

Well, it's storming again so I need to get offline.