Today is my 36th birthday. (Yes, on 12/12/12, I turn 36, the sum of 12 + 12 + 12 — the more numerologically savvy among you will have to let me know if that has any significance.)
It’s been a good week. I sold a novel — my 19th novel sale, and my 26th book overall, counting collections/anthologies — and sold audio rights to one of my other novels. (I also had a story rejected, but you can’t win ’em all.)
Last night we secured a babysitter and Heather took me out to her favorite beer bar, and we hung out with friends and drank many fine strange beers and chatted with the bartender (a SF/fantasy fan). Afterward we got good Mexican food with a couple of friends and then wobbled home. I am only moderately hungover this morning, as I exercised a modicum of restraint, knowing I’d have to go to work today.
But even here, my boss provided savory ham/cheese/onion morning buns as a birthday treat for me — excellent hangover food. I give my 37th year on Earth a tentative positive rating so far.
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday Tim!
Happy birthday! I think you must be destined for greatness with numbers like that.
Congratulations on the sale & Happy Birthday!
Some publishing naivete here: does selling a novel mean that we will be seeing it on the shelves of purveyors of fine books, or is it like selling a script where production (publication) is not guaranteed?
Also – bay area beer bar recommendation? Post-beer bar Mexican recommendation? Thanks!
Sure — it’ll be out in 2014. When you sell a novel, production is assured (unless some catastrophe happens, or you turn in an unpublishable manuscript, but that’s pretty rare).
The Trappist in Oakland is the best beer bar I’ve ever been to. Beer Revolution I hear good things about. Toronado in San Francisco is great. Jupiter in downtown Berkeley is good. For Mexican, Taqueria La Familia on Shattuck is my go-to place. Great fish tacos.