One thing is certain:
1. I will embarrass myself,
2. I cannot please everyone,
3. This is fine.

Too much has passed without comment.
A new volume slides up the horizon,
less Kubrist monolith and
more impossibly-DenseVideoDisc.

The Familiar.

It's coming. In a sense, it's here
(in the sense that I read an ARC a couple of months ago)
(and in the further sense that a finished copy arrived a couple of weeks ago)
now, with us, among us.
(And in the furrier sense that, as I suggested years(!) ago,
it was already present in the earlier books, in the house, in Only Revolutions, in everything,
and The Familiar confirms that immediately in a way that is
of course
both gratifying and,
I have to admit,
a little terrifying).

And I don't scare easy.
Not anymore.

...

No pressure. This is just another beginning.
Putting my infrastructure in place.

This is a weird form of fanartfic,
one I feel compelled to enact
even after so many years.

So!

(The above snip, Whoomp., was last updated on 2015-05-11 01:30:34 +0000.)

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