Man, I can hardly believe I'm about to say it either, but I have in my hands three actual copies of The Five Fists of Science, meaning that you, dear old outside world-o-mine, should notice them available for purchase on Wednesday, six days from now.

Holy CRAP!

It was, as expected, kind of a breathless moment. It's such a colossal thing now, in my head, that I keep forgetting how out of whack my perspective is on it all.

Anyway. It's real. It's really happening. Steve's art is utterly gorgeous, and the colors are as vivid and rich as I've ever seen them (and, he told me yesterday, nearly identical to how they looked on his monitor and, as such, the book truly reflects the intent of its illustrator.) and it's just all... I dunno, it's all booky, you know?

It has weight and size and a scent, even. There's a texture on the cover, and on the paper inside. There's even glue. It makes noises when you flip through it real fast.

It's an actual physical object now. It's not an idea, it's not a plan or a scheme, it's not a deadline or a question mark. It is well and truly completed, it's finished and it exists for trues, no takebacks, and that's it.

Surely now comes the fire, the earthquakes, the floods and the industrial espionage as that seems to be all that remains between You and it, and it seems the only thing left to possibly survive.

Anyway.

It's real. It exists. It's in boxes and trucks, and soon, stores. It's yours now, not mine. Thank god, and finally.

EDIT:
It's Friday afternoon and I'm hearing that our comp copies are getting delivered today...