Let's meet for launch (and... haiku wednesday, self-promotion edition)

Games, puzzles, prizes.  It's like the elementary school carnival that all the cool kids are too cool to go to, but deep down they just want to play the games like everyone else, so they go and they strut around scoping out the beanbag toss and cakewalk from the corner of their eye while they pretend to make fun of the other kids, all of whom are just happy as can be, until they finally give in and throw the beanbag just once, with a derisive sneer, and they realize that no one has made fun of them, and now the other cool kids are doing it too, and pretty soon they've forgotten they're cool and they're asking their mom for MORE money to play the beanbag toss again because they only need three more prize tickets for the googly-eye glasses or maybe the black widow spider ring or that basket weave finger trap.

I don't mean to set expectations too high.  I don't think there are googly-eye glasses or a black widow spider ring OR a basket weave finger trap at the launch party.

But tell you what.  If you buy Extinct Doesn't Mean Forever, the anthology my most recent story appears in, and you let me know you bought it, I'll enter you into a drawing for a black widow spider ring or a basket weave finger trap.  Bob and Rob, and anyone else who already bought the e-book:  You're eligible, too.

If you don't want to play in the launch carnival but you just want to buy the book, you can go straight here:

• Amazon US
• Amazon UK
• Barnes and Noble

By the way, here's today's Three Word Wednesday contribution, which utilizes the words dual, volley, and identical:

volley of fiction
no identical stories
(dual purpose haiku)