I know, I know. I’m quite sure I already annoyed some of you out there, but I just realised that I have not written a blogpost about my – ta-daaa! – first book. It’s a wee self-published thing called Stop Coming to My House (which is the title of my favourite Mogwai song), has 100 incredible pages, contains 26 stories and poems from this blog here and Sonic Iceland and many magazines and newspapers where I published these last three years. You’ll find all important info on my BUY THE BOOK page, and I will eternal love you if you buy one. It comes as a printed version and as an e-book for all sorts of reader.

Image: Kai Mueller

But the main focus of this post is the drinking of wine. Especially the drinking of wine at my launch night in Dublin this Tuesday. There will be a get-together of sorts in the holy halls of the Loft Bookshop in the Twister Pepper-building, I will read a few stories and you can buy the book and have me draw a picture of my penis on the first page. If you’re into that kind of small thing.

Here’s more info on the Loft Bookshop homepage, and you’ll find the official Facebook-event here.

I would also like to kindly ask you to become a friend on Facebook – I have a Smashwords-e-book promotion running at the moment, so if you live in Kazakhstan and want to buy my e-book extra cheap, that’s the place to go.