Signed books, a new deck, and other Adultings

Be kind to each other today. It's mean AF out there.

In the vein of being terrible at self-promotion, I am going to quietly leave some links on your digital doorstep. Like one of my cats bringing a lizard to my back porch in case I’d like to enjoy a chaseies game with them.

(If you are worried about the lizards, please know I rescue them all….hide them on a high fence covered in vines and encourage them to make better choices about yards to hang out in.)

My Anxiety Coping deck has a couple of days to go on Kickstarter. We met the stretch goal, which is me doing a Q and A on the Microcosm Publishing vlog about the deck. Backing the Kickstarter gets you my materials a little more quickly than the regular pre-order route. And they are useful for us to gauge interest in my projects, so we can adjust print runs to match.

I dunno if we can topple 10K in the next couple of days (especially since I didn’t put out a newsletter letting y’all know) but it might be fun to see how close we can get and make Microcosm nervous that we need to come up with another stretch goal.

But also! My little (meaning entirely grown, very tall, 20 year old fully adult) nephew has agreed to be my author’s assistant. Because he is an adultier adult than I am, he has organized an Etsy store for my books and decks for folks that would like signed copies. I don’t have any zines in stock, but I do have at least a few copies of all of my books. He will shove them in front of me with directions about signing them and then cart them off once a week to the post office.

If you are looking for a larger purchase, or a different bundle than the ones he put together, feel free to reach out to him through the Etsy store so he can calculate, give you a price point, and set up a personal listing for you! You can leave a note as to the message you wan’t inscribed in the book and I’ll sign them thusly (unless you’re asking for something like egregious like “pineapple on pizza is delicious” or something).

And while it shouldn’t need to be said, it apparently does…since it happened already. Messaging through Etsy is not a way to make an appointment with me. The platform isn’t health-info-privacy compliant, and I won’t even see it. He will, and he will tell you he can’t help you with that.

This is also true of my social media platforms. I manage them myself but DMs are shut off. I won’t see them. I can’t protect your privacy in DMs. It’s ok if you aren’t worried about it, but I am. So email me through my website, with all it’s secure servers, VPNs, tunnels, and shit I run on my systems in continued attempts to mitigate your loss of privacy in a world where everyone knows everyone’s business.

(This is also why I don’t use any electronic health records and never have…I’m still keeping a paper practice. Yes, paper. In the Year of Our Zaddy Pedro Pascal 2024. Pedro said it’s fine. So clearly it’s fine.)

And if you are in Central Texas, a few places carry my books including:

• Faerie Moon Emporium (Kerrville)

• The Love Shack Boutique (both Babcock and Potranco locations in San Antonio)

• Woodlawn Pointe (San Antonio)

• and The Koffee Kup (in, you guessed it, San Antonio) now has a few, after me sharing copies of Unfuck Your Brain with the lovely staff there and customers trying to buy them out of their hands!

• and The Lemon Girls have some in their in-store little free library thing. If you have no monies and are reading it there and need to keep it, Maxine and Desiree will let you. Just tell them so I can replace it.

Ok, what else? I have been so busy with some new trainings I’ve been taking! One class finishes tonight, but another starts on Tuesday. Plus another course I’m about half-way through.

This is all to confess that I do not have a new Spotify mix for you. I’m working on a couple but I’ve had HOMEWORK. If you are utterly bereft because this is your first day in human skin and you aren’t sure what to listen to without me telling you, please check out the Gen X funeral mix in my last newsletter (we were bumping to it in the pool on Saturday). Or just stream Paul’s Boutique. It likely makes me a hipster asshole to say this is my favorite Beastie Boys album. But it is my favorite Beastie Boys album.

Can we still call them albums? I dunno, I’m from the last century.

Ok, I love you, bye-bye*

Faith

*yes, this is an Animaniacs reference. Like I said, I’m from the last century.