Waiting Will Rip Your Face Off

So, the official Waiting on the Book to Finally Be Released has entered a new phase in my life. Not only have I installed this countdown clock thing on this blog, and a more aggressive counts-the-seconds clock on my author homepage, but a product description has appeared for the book on Powells and other bookseller websites, mysteriously appearing last night on my very birthday. The description goes like this:

Product Description

The Despair has plagued the earth for five years. Most of the world’s population has inexplicably died by its own hand, and the few survivors struggle to remain alive. A mysterious, shadowy group called the Collectors has emerged, inevitably appearing to remove the bodies of the dead. But in the crumbling state of Florida, a man named Norman takes an unprecedented stand against the Collectors, propelling him on a journey across North America. It’s rumored a scientist in Seattle is working on a cure for the Despair, but in a world ruled by death, it won’t be easy to get there.

I wrote most of this description, but now it's official and that makes it strange to me, as if it was actually written by some marketing person off in Fancy Writer Land or something. We now sit at about three months until the book starts popping up in stores (Nov. 19th). It's no longer man vs. book. Now it's man vs. the slow, grueling march of time. I'm trying to enjoy the wait, like waiting for Christmas, but I think I'm too crazy for rational methods such as that.

I have to go now. My girlfriend just entered the room and waved a spatula at me. Breakfast for dinner!