Back in—gulp—FEBRUARY we were in the middle of Kickstartering and raising money and had little to no idea of the realities of the post office, or, to be fair, the realities of how wonderful making a book and talking to you would be. But back in February as we were asking you for money we felt a little weird about it, when we thought about it too much. What we wanted was for people who wanted the book to have the book. We may have said “needed” as in, “we need this book,” because when making something from nothing, telling yourself, “this needs to exist,” is often the only reassurance that offers real consolation. Sometimes people who want or need a book are not the same people who are shooting off thirty dollars through the Internet (a practice my mother still finds dangerous), which is no fun but luckily there are people on the Internet with lots of money who will help you out because they are Good or they just really have so much money they don’t care. EITHER WAY WE WIN.
So what I’m saying is way back in February we asked the backers to pay a little more to send someone else a book for free and they did, because they are generally The Best and with them we can do all the things.
Thanks to those people we are sending 40 free books to people, and they didn’t even have to retweet anything or submit content or like our facebook album or whatever inanity that I am hesitant to criticize because tomorrow we might figure that is probably a great idea and write a story about it on Mashable.
This whole thing started with a Late Night Email I got from a fellow Tumblr-er:
Meaghano, I may have only contributed what looks to be $1, but as my account was already negative $3.25 I will receive a whopping $35 overdraft fee. It was worth every cent!
Write us a letter if you want one of these books that internet strangers paid us money to make in a factory in Iceland and that have been sitting in Melissa’s living room for months now and we will be so sad when they’re gone (they’re almost gone!). That way we’ll have your mailing address and some semblance of real life-ness and you’ll have taken the time to write and we’ll be so happy when we open our lonely, sad mailbox.
See, since we are a real business and shit we have this official-seeming PO Box which is kind of like having an office. It costs a ridiculous amount of money and the people who work there are incorrigible, but in a funny way. The man always asks me if I can even reach our mail, and the other man writes his own science fiction books in a notebook and is fake-surly in that way where he’s surly until you push him a little and he loses it completely. My favorite kind.
Anyway send us a letter there and we will send you a book. Until the books run out. I hope if you need the book it gets to you.
Our address is this:
Glass Houses Press
353 3rd Ave
New York, NY 10010
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