Paperback
It looks as though you can pre-order the paperback version of MY SUMMER OF SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT. Depending on where you live and what book site you're visiting and perhaps whether Venus is ascending, the pub date is listed as May 6 or May 8 or maybe even May Day (the 1st). Actually, that would be awesome. I have very positive associations with May Day. For reasons unclear to me it became a tradition in my family to loot neighbors' gardens of their choicest flowers, run like hell when they discovered us pulling their blooms from their carefully tended soil, and deposit said stolen goods on our back door. Then we'd knock loudly, wait a moment, and run around the corner of the house to watch as our mother opened the door to find our purloined bouquet. She's always exclaim, "Oh I wonder who left these?" and we'd giggle madly, with one ear cocked for our angry neighbors, just in case they were still pursuing us. When we'd enter the house hours later we'd always make a big point of admiring the flowers (now in a vase). "Those are beautiful!" we'd say. "Where did you get them?" And our mother would say she didn't know. She just found them on the porch and weren't they lovely? Yes, they sure were, we'd say. This may explain why I never feel that buying and sending flowers is much of a gesture. Where's the effort? There's no running, no stealth involved.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, you can pre-order a copy of my paperback novel. Consider it a way of keeping me off the mean streets, where apparently I might do okay what with my criminal childhood and all. (Remind me to tell you the story of my first encounter with a police officer someday. I'll give you a teaser: it involved a lot of lying on my part.)