Publishing Stuff!
Happy Turkey Day!
We’re going to see if we can give all you Black Friday shoppers a deal this year: starting early Friday (28 NOV 25) and ending late Monday (01 DEC 25) select Raconteur Press Boy’s Adventures and Novels will be on sale for $2.99. Happy Turkey Day everyone!
Rita is wrapping up story selection for the last of our anthologies for the Year Of Our Lord 2025 — ‘Uncanny Valet’. It’ll publish 26 DEC 25, and be (if our exhausted think pudding is cogitating correctly) the 25th antho we’ve published this year.
Although we probably missed one or two of the little bugsnipes — they tend to pop up all over the place around here.
Our authors did us proud on our call for Sword & Sorcery stories, and Jason M. Waltz — our Guest Editor for this one — couldn’t limit his picks to just one anthology. Since we’re, well: Raconteur Press … the second one launches this week:
If you’d like to to have a go at our pulp short fiction anthologies, our open call for 2026 is here. You should try it.
We’d like to remind everyone that we start our absolutely bug-nuts insane publishing schedule1 for 2026 in about a month, and if you’d like to help out our scrappy little press — we need fans. People buying our books is how we pay our authors, and our staff2, so if you could pass the word about Raconteur Press — and expand our readership — we’d take it kindly.
J. Kenton Pierce — you’re going to want to keep an eye on this author — has the next installment in his ‘A Kiss For Damocles’ universe, a two-fer titled ‘Back Alley Angels and Badland Devils’. Yes, two stories for the price of one!
For those of you with boys — or fond memories of the books you read as younglings — our next Boy’s Adventure Book go live tomorrow (26 NOV 25). It’s titled ‘Accidental Pirates’, and if you’re impatient, you can pre-order it.
That should be about it. Back to the salt mines!
Ian and Rita
Somebody allegedly tried to tell us that “Diving head-first into things isn’t really a business strategy”, but we were apparently waist-deep/head-down in a snowbank at the time, and didn’t hear it.
And — hopefully — ourselves … sooner or later.