Wheels and the Promise of Wheels
6 years ago, around lunchtime
This fund-raiser has ended. I am all out of stuff, running out of energy, and now I just have to sort out the bids. Thank you so much to everyone who linked, bid, or otherwise contributed — your efforts are greatly appreciated and you are furthermore awesome people.
HOWEVER. If you are still interested in (a). participating, or (b). getting a really cool book on the cheap, please see THIS POST regarding a very nice thing done by my employer.
Ladies, gentlemen, et. al. — today I’m going to try something unprecedented (on this-here page). I’m going to run a silent auction in order to get rid of some personal items from my Stash O’ Author Stuff.
“Why?” you may ask.
Well, the short version is that a friend of mine is in a bind, and I know him well enough to know that he’d rather take a fork to the eyeball than take money from anybody. So I’m not going to open my wallet and give him money. I’m going to try to raise him some money, which is, like, totally different.
I have at my immediate disposal — and am willing to part with — a whole bunch of things from my personal stash.
[Aside: Ebay hates me (long story) so I can’t put these up for an ordinary auction. (Bonus: This way he won’t know how much I raise so I can slip in a few bucks myself and he WON’T EVEN KNOW HAHAHAHA. Ahem.)]
It’ll work like this. If you see anything you like in the list below, drop me a private email – firstname.lastname@example.org – and tell me (a). what item/items you want, and (b). how much you’re bidding. Tomorrow, I’ll choose the highest bidders and contact them with a paypal invoice.
I will cover all shipping and handling charges myself.
Repeat: There will be NO shipping or handling charges.
I’m doing this from my living room with my own envelopes and stuff.
And if you can’t or won’t offer more than the minimum bid, feel free to bid anyway. You never know. You might be the only person who wants that item.
Here’s the LOOT that’s UP FOR GRABS:
- Not one, but TWO Advance Reader’s Copies of Boneshaker. Won’t be out for another couple of months in real life, but you can have an early peek with one of these ARCs. (minimum bid: $10 each)
- One SIGNED, LIMITED EDITION of Those Who Went Remain There Still. This book is presently sold out in its trade form, with only a few of these special limited editions remaining. The limited runs $40 through the publisher, but this is one of my own author’s copies. (minimum bid: $25)
- One SIGNED, LIMITED EDITION of Dreadful Skin – NOT the oversized paperback linked here, but the hardback which has been sold out for several years. Again, this is one of my author’s copies. I believe it too retailed for $40, but it’s been so long I can’t remember. (minimum bid: $25)
- My SOLE REMAINING COPY of Apex Digest: Volume 1, issue 12 — the issue wherein the story “The Heavy” appears. Signed however you like it. (minimum bid: $10)
- ONE FULL SET of all three EDEN MOORE NOVELS, Four and Twenty Blackbirds, Wings to the Kingdom, and Not Flesh Nor Feathers. All signed and personalized at your preference. (minimum bid, $25)
- ONE COPY of Fathom, hardback. Signed however you want it. (minimum bid: $15)
- MULTIPLE COPIES of Not Flesh Nor Feathers
and the TRADE PAPERBACK edition of Dreadful Skin.[Edit: No more copies of DS. But click here for a similar offer put forth by Subterranean.] Due to a mix-up regarding my author’s copies (with both Tor and Subterranean, coincidentally enough), I ended up with twice the usual number — and I have about twenty copies of each of these titles that I’ll sell, signed, for ten bucks each. I’ll pull this particular listing in the event that I sell out, and I won’t invoice anybody until I’ve counted everything, to be on the safe side. Just speak up via email and claim one if you want one.
If you’d like to know the longer version of why I’m selling off these books, click the jump below and all will be revealed (or, if you’re reading this via direct link or RSS feed, just scroll down a little farther).
A couple of years ago I published a short story through Apex Digest, and this story was called “The Heavy.” I’m pretty sure that at least a few of you remember this, because I got more email and in-person commentary about that story than almost anything else I’ve ever written.
To refresh your memory, it’s the tale about the big Tennessee man who hunts monsters. Nickname: “The Heavy.”
I have never made any bones about the fact that this character was loosely based on an old buddy of mine from Chattanooga — a guy named Travis who I’ve known for the better part of fifteen years.
Travis is a guitar-player and hearty singer, a lover of musical theater, a friend in need (or any other time), a fan of Firefly, and a super-dad to two damn fine kids (one of whom is blind). He’s a man who never met a stranger, who assumes the best of everybody, and is always first in line to lend a helping hand – whatever the occasion.
To make a long story short, Travis got laid off in January and has been unwillingly unemployed ever since. Then his car engine blew. And while this car was parked at a Pep Boys (while attempts to raise engine money were underway), the Pep Boys was vandalized. Travis’s car got all four tires slashed, and all its windows busted out to boot.
This is a guy who’s desperately trying to find a job and keep up with a special-needs twelve-year-old girl and a six-year-old boy. So at this point, it’s more a matter of finding something that runs.*
And therefore, using my powers of the internet, I’m going to try and help fund that cause.
I realize that if you don’t know Travis you just have to take my word for how awesome he is; and I furthermore realize that if you don’t trust me, there’s no earthly reason to buy books from me directly — so if you have a problem with either of these things, or both of these things, then that’s okay. I don’t blame you. In some respects, I’m a Random Internet Person and I never fault a soul for failing to send Real Life Money to Random Internet People.
But if, by chance, you do know Travis — or if you like the cut of his jib, so to speak — and you feel like dropping a few pence into the Get Travis Some Wheels fund, then here’s a wee little paypal button below. It goes to my paypal account because he seemed uncertain of whether or not he had one, and/or how it worked; but I’ll be cutting him a check full of whatever dumps into it.
* I don’t want to hear a single damn soul cry, “PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.” Chattanooga barely has any, and no, that is not an exaggeration. Technically there’s a bus-line, but it runs such a limited course that it’s not really any good to anyone; mostly it serves the university area, and let the rest of the town be damned.