Winter Song in Detroit
Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes. 
I was going to take the day off, but the weather is so bad that we’re stuck indoors so I have little option to stay in and blog…especially since I’m still not a hundred per cent. Which brings me as neatly (and as lamely) as a Radio 2 presenter to today’s post….
About six weeks ago, a friend wrote to me about a visit to a Detroit bookstore. A couple of days ago, while confined to bed, I recieved an update: “The thieves have apparently had their fill {and stock is in]: note that Winter Song is shelved between Charlaine Harris and Erica Hayes. Apparently the bookstore thinks Winter Song is vampire porn. Congrats, Colin, that’s a good market to be in!”
Hey, do you see me complaining? I’ll take vampire porn anyday…except that it doesn’t appear to be Winter Song — it’s been so successful that we’ve had to cunningly disguise it as Damage Time.
Joking apart, that’s been a feature of the two books coming out so soon after each other — one sells through, and the other one takes its place. It happened in Bath, as well. Does that mark a new trend, of short-life displays.
Colin, that’s a copy of Damage Time in the picture, not Winter Song.
He hasn’t got any Winter Song, they were all stolen by kleptomaniac vampire porn addicts…
exactly Jo! It’s all a cunning plot…
Hey, it’s Detroit. We have trouble with long words here. Like “song.” And “time.”