There is a strange disconnect between writing and publishing. For me, at least. This means that there is a massive moment of squeee when something that has only previously been a Word document on my computer, or a badly named file called "The one with the aliens" (yes, really, I don't do titles), turns into a book. A proper, real book. A trees-died-for-its-sins book. And on that note, The Island is coming out in paperback. I don't have a release date yet, but I'll let you know as soon as I find out.
And, you guys, two more sleeps until Dark Space. Or one. Or I don't even know. What is the point of the International Date Line except to give false hope to people stuck on the wrong side of it, like me, when things are coming out?
Although I do like speaking to you now from the future. So please imagine this in the most mysterious sage-like voice you can: I am speaking to you now from the world of tomorrow. Dark Space is out on December 4. You should buy it.