FIVE YEARS IN: Part Four "Reissues, Movie Options and the Great Novel Conundrum"

FIVE YEARS IN: Part Four "Reissues, Movie Options and the Great Novel Conundrum"

Every writer wants to write, sure. But frankly, what every writer really wants is to be published. To be read. And after publishing over a dozen stories between 2015 and 2017, it was really difficult to pull up stakes and wander into the dark woods alone, essentially taking 2018 off from the short form, knowing it would mean no new stories for at least a year, and maybe more. And it’s scary, and dark, and frankly damn lonely in those woods. Bring a light.

FIVE YEARS IN: Part Three "Writers Prefer to Explode from Within"

FIVE YEARS IN: Part Three "Writers Prefer to Explode from Within"

The question then becomes: How much abuse am I willing to take in order to have a publisher or an agent? How much of my self-esteem is up for grabs in order to crack the publishing marketplace?

Is this a writing culture thing?

Is this “just the way it is?”

Is this – God help me – normal?

FIVE YEARS IN: Part Two "The Teeny Tiny Oak Gets Run Over by a Bulldozer"

FIVE YEARS IN: Part Two "The Teeny Tiny Oak Gets Run Over by a Bulldozer"

What had seemed awesome was suddenly not awesome. What seemed like a cool, gracious, supportive online community became contentious, battering, hateful.

I wanted to step away. I wanted to, maybe, forget the whole thing and go back to screenwriting. Better the sharks you know, I figured.

Instead, I wrote.

A Change of Plans -- JournalStone Editions of Behold the Void, Sacculina & Fragile Dreams to go OOP - BTV Reissue Announced

A Change of Plans -- JournalStone Editions of Behold the Void, Sacculina & Fragile Dreams to go OOP - BTV Reissue Announced

It’s with a strained but buoyant heart I write this post.

The last few years have been nothing short of amazing. It’s been thrilling to produce new work, to see it published, and to watch with a sense of awe as readers gravitated to my books – supporting me and my stories in a bigger way than I would have, or could have, ever imagined possible…