I’ve been waiting for weeks for my copies of the Polish edition of Sacrifice to hit my doorstep (known across the water as Ofiara). I have asked my wife dozens of times on the phone while at work: Hey, is there a box from Poland in the mail?
She always said No.
But today – she called me to say: Hey… the mailman just had me sign for a box from Poland.
I didn’t hop in the car at that moment and race home, but I wanted to! What she didn’t tell me, was that there was also a package from Leisure Books with my cover flats for The 13th. Opening the two packages when I did finally get home was like Christmas.
All I can say is… I write books.
People publish them.
Sometimes in languages I can’t even read.
Here are a couple other shots of the piles on my desk (click on the photos for larger versions).