Until very recently, I had several active titles in print. No longer. After some internal deliberation, I have reacquired the rights and interests in all my solo work. There may be a few copies floating around out there on various retail platforms, but the books are very much out of print. Every single title.
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“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling arooooound…”
Well, there’s been a bit of fooling around, if I’m being honest. Which I am. There’s been birthdays (mine, included) and cake and presents and those are all lovely things. There hasn’t been much disco, though, that part is true. There’s been loads of work, though, that’s for sure.
Fun, however, that’s the real important shit. And, sometimes, fun is delicious.
I’m not one to normally share correspondence, but I received back-to-back inquiries that are closely related, and in the spirit of artistic transparency, I decided to turn both of my answers, slightly edited from their original form, into a post. This type of thing keeps me accountable to not only my work, but the work of others. And there’s the likely event that others, especially indie press publishers, feel the same way that I do, and I believe a little solidarity goes a long way.
So, to the first question(s) I received: “How are you? How’s the biz?”
Well, here it is, almost May, and I have yet to finish Grind Your Bones To Dust. I had originally hoped to be done with the manuscript by the beginning of January. The book, alas, had other ideas. Suppose I cannot complain too much since the delay has been nothing but good news for the book. Grind Your Bones To Dust may be the best work I’ve ever committed to the page. And as the title will be my first full-length novel, I’d call that a win. Still, I’ll be happy as a clam when the damned thing is over with. These murderous men and flesh-eating donkeys have consumed most of the last eight months of my mental real estate. Other projects are waiting patiently for this rental to open up. As is, I’d wager I am less than 10K words out from calling it a wrap. That’s hardly more than a short story’s worth of material left to jot down, so the end is certainly nigh.
In the meantime, cover and interior art (courtesy of Daniele Serra) is finished. I will probably hold off on sharing the interior art until a later date, but I will gladly drop the cover art in here for you, because it is simply gorgeous:
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“At the End of the Day I Burst into Flames burrowed into my heart with each page that I read and took shape as a beautiful monster. Nicholas Day paints worlds both wonderful and painful. He shows us another side of death and love where their roles are interchangeable and their story unforgettable. He’s one of my favorite wielders of words.” –Michelle Garza, coauthor of Mayan Blue, Those Who Follow and Kingdom of Teeth
My novella, At the End of the Day I Burst into Flames, comes out in December. Tentatively, of course, just like the article’s title alludes, but I’d be surprised if it didn’t hit sometime before Christmas.
Hello! and thanks for stopping by the site.
My collection of short stories, Now That We’re Alone, should be available very soon from JournalStone and Bizarro Pulp Press. It was a fun project to put together, with great cover art from Jim Agpalza (who previously created the cover art for my novella, Necrosaurus Rex) and 11 pieces of interior art by Luke Spooner. Editing duties for the collection were handled by Vincenzo Bilof.
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Nicholas Day 