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This weekend I finally finished checking over the proof and attending to all the other little details Amazon requires. I can now say that my new book, The Witching Hour and other poems, is available for purchase.

You can get the physical copy for $4.99, or (as always) a PDF version for free.

If you’re hunting for the link later, you can click the Witching Hour image over on the right sidebar. Or you can just search for brian d buckley on Amazon, and it’ll come up.

Remember – if you like my poems, you can get a copy as a Christmas gift for someone you love. And if you don’t, get it as a gift for someone you hate!

There’s no eBook version yet, but I’ve got top people on the case. I bribed convinced my esteemed colleague Benjamin Trube to do the eBook formatting for me, since it turns out to be rather difficult, and he’s quite the expert after having self-pubbed his fractal eBook recently.

So. The Witching Hour. Buy it, or download it free, your choice. And thanks to everyone who bought it already, before I even announced it. You rock, peeps.

And don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll talk about something else. I promise!

As Ben and I remain locked in mortal combat over our respective novels (Surreality for him, The Crane Girl for me), I’ve decided to launch another little project on the side. I plan to self-publish a book by the end of the year.

Not a novel, but a book of poems. I’ll call it The Witching Hour.

Although I’ve written three books (and counting) before this, none have ever seen the light of day. I’ve never had anything I felt was publishable quality, even for a self-publish. But the poems are different.

I’m told the poetry market is absurdly difficult to break into in the usual, “mainstream” way – much harder than the fiction market, which isn’t exactly a cakewalk. Reader demand is relatively low, and they tend to want established names, not newbies. And in the world of poetry, having an “established name” usually means not having a pulse.

So that’s one factor: self-publishing is the only viable option (that I know of) for poems. Another factor is that I’m human, and after three and a half novels in the dark, I want to see my name on the cover of a book, dammit.

And finally, I’ve got all these poems lying around, old and new, and it seems like a waste not to do something with them. After all, they represent a period of ten years, over a third of my life.

So, yeah: new book coming. The Witching Hour. Should be available before Christmas. I’ll keep you posted.

Questions? Comments?