Today I walked into my local Borders and asked them to stock King of Dragons, King of Men which is, in retrospect, an annoyingly long title. And the guy said, "Okay, we'll order ten copies. When they arrive come in and do a signing." And I went home and spent the afternoon watching an Eddie Izzard DVD and eating apple pancakes.
This author lark's not so bad after all.
Oh, I did also spend some time trying to dress my dog up as Batman but he wasn't having it.
Can't win them all, I guess.