Death’s Disciples Away!

(Image from SawshaW from Flickr)

That’s right, folks–I just sent Death’s Disciples to Marco and Lee at  Angry Robot Books.

Woot!

Now I shift from being a writer–someone who writes–to being an author–someone who has written.

It’s much more comfortable to be an author:

• to sign books and shake people’s hands and grin as they snap the picture,
• to hang out at the Angry Robot author compound, sipping mai tais by the pool with Lauren Beukes and Kaaron Warren,
• to phone the other Pulitzer nominees and wish them better luck next time,
• to thank Oprah for her offer but let her know that I’m too busy concepting the three movie deals, the miniseries, the action figure line, and my Time cover photo as Man of the Year,
• to use the Angry Robot Zeppelin to fly over the world and look down on all that I dominate. (Don’t worry: I won’t unleash the laser–this time.)

Oh, yes. I love the life of the author.

What? You don’t believe these things will happen? Ever hear of willing suspension of disbelief? Sheesh! What’s become of readers these days?

It’s no matter. The manuscript is done. Mentally, I’m already casting off the Zeppelin’s ballast.

A quick glide over the Atlantic, a safe dock at the Angry Robot author compound, and it’ll be time for mai tais!