This is the cover, back and front.
Take a look, remember it, then, in April 2009, buy multiple copies.
It won't cost much, somewhere between $20 and $50.

The cover of Boy on a Wire.
Everything is coming together, as it does, in a well organised, sort of chaotic manner. The manuscript is with the printer, in Guatemala, Botswana, or China, or wherever it is taking place, the pumping of the words into the little format so desired by book readers.
We live in a global economy.
The book will be printed on another planet, then shipped back to ours, then re-shipped because there is a demand for it in all English speaking enclaves.
I guess.
I hope.
Eventually it will be translated into 47 languages, some of them near dead because of the rampant colonisation of languages by the majors: English, French, Spanish, Mandarin.
Have I strayed?
Have I left behind the sole purpose of this blog, to further the sales and the income of this blogger?
Arrr, what it is to live inside the head that wanders.

Boy on a Wire

It's a book. Written by Jon Doust. He writes stuff.
Boy on a Wire will be out in late March next year, published by Fremantle Press.

Here's an excerpt:

We all go to bed as usual, but when we wake up next
morning he isn’t there, not in his bed, not in the toilets, the
showers, not in the line-up before breakfast. Where is he?
Disappeared. Gone. Abducted by communists who came out
from under his bed in the middle of the night? Breakfast
assembly is run the same as the evening line up: Call to order.
Attention! Stand at ease! Then the housemaster talks at us. Oh,
there is one major difference. At breakfast line-up the duty
prefect calls the roll. Then we march into breakfast. But Jonesy
doesn’t answer his name.