of the (dracula music here) basement.

We have boxes. Boxes of books. We have shelves of books. We are going to have to unload some books that are our books [we own them and have had them for years] but are not OUR books, if you get what I mean. This is the spillage of the kind of library a writer collects over 30 years. And we have a plan. We are going to sell the books, many of which are older, mixed hardbounds, paperbound sf and other stuff, in groups. By author. Or by type. We will declare a price for the group, and make a package that will ship efficiently (should you wonder what logic governs selection) in an if it fits it ships USPO box. These boxes are small enough we can carry them.

We also have numbers of foreign language copies of my books—Japanese, Polish, Spanish, you name it. Want to brush up on your foreign language by reading a book you know? These would be just the ticket.

There will also be bizarre eclec-ticity of our old research books. If you want us to sign somebody else’s book just as a curiosity — cool. WE’ll do that. All the books will be cheap-ish, except for a few real treasures. We don’t really care if it’s a collector’s item—just we need the shelf space!

We’ll be putting it up on Closed Circle for convenience, because that has a payment option. We’ll put a little item in the Closed Circle page that describes what’s the content of a particular box up for sale, but please don’t ask us to mix and match. A box will be a box will be a box.