Here’s some nice news: The Ghost Brigades is #9 on the April Book Sense SF/Fantasy Hardcover Bestsellers list, and Old Man’s War is #15 on the same month’s sf/f trade paperback list. The lists are compiled from independent bookstores in the US.

These are nice numbers, not just because it’s nice to be on a bestseller list, but because it says to me the books are where they need to be so people who don’t hang out online can find them. The hardcover of OMW did pretty well, but it wasn’t always easy to find out in the real world; I’m sure you all remember me kvetching about never being able to find it at my local independent bookstore. I’m happy to see we seem to have cracked that particular nut. And I also like that my books are doing well for indie bookstores. Kvetch though I did about my local bookstore not carrying OMW in hardback, it’s otherwise a very nice store, and it’s nice to think my books are helping the bottom lines of stores like it.

The copyedited manuscript for The Android’s Dream, which comes out in October or November, and which is not related to the Old Man’s War universe. It does not appear to be as violently marked-up as The Ghost Brigades had been, which makes me feel better about myself as a writer. I like turning in work that doesn’t make a copyeditor cringe in fear.

I think I’ve mentioned before that I really enjoy this particular book, which is just fast-moving and fun and full of action. It may ruin my reputation as a purveyor of thoughtful science fiction, however. As I was saying to someone a few days ago, it’s good I got nominated for the Hugo and Campbell now, because once people read the first chapter here, devoted as it is to a rather extended fart joke, I will never get nominated for anything ever again. But you know what? I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that it’s the best-written chapter-long fart joke in the history of science fiction literature. Someone prove me wrong, here.

The copyedited manuscript for The Android’s Dream, which comes out in October or November, and which is not related to the Old Man’s War universe. It does not appear to be as violently marked-up as The Ghost Brigades had been, which makes me feel better about myself as a writer. I like turning in work that doesn’t make a copyeditor cringe in fear.

I think I’ve mentioned before that I really enjoy this particular book, which is just fast-moving and fun and full of action. It may ruin my reputation as a purveyor of thoughtful science fiction, however. As I was saying to someone a few days ago, it’s good I got nominated for the Hugo and Campbell now, because once people read the first chapter here, devoted as it is to a rather extended fart joke, I will never get nominated for anything ever again. But you know what? I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that it’s the best-written chapter-long fart joke in the history of science fiction literature. Someone prove me wrong, here.