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Story Behind the Story: Shadows Reflected in Darkness

Set in 1960s England, this is a much more personal story than The Savage Year. Not that I have anything in common with my protagonist, Maud Binks, other than a love of reading but I connect with 1969 England much more than I do with the U.S. in 1968The inspiration came from my disappointment in John Brunner’s Black is the Color. The text on Katherine Jeff Jones’ cover gives you the novel’s hook, which I found intriguing. The book, as detailed at the link, did not deliver.However that got me thinking about using the setting myself. My protagonist was a teenage girl in ’69 “Swinging London.” Maud, a working glass girl stuck in a posh school, has impressed her classmates by pretending to be tough, wild, sexually experienced and generally outrageous. Now one of her classmates has called her on it so Maud proves herself by sneaking a few of her friends into a black Soho jazz club. It turns out the club she picked was the wrong place at the wrong time and embroils Maud in the schemes of Death’s Jester.

Several elements in the early drafts stuck through to the finished product. There’s seemingly suicidal Hilda, whom (Maud and her classmate Prue try to help; Death’s Jester lives inside mirrors; and he’s transformed Hilda’s family into monsters. The villain was based on an episode of the cartoon Shazzan, The Evil Jester of Masira, about a jester who’d acquired a book of magic and transformed the royal family he served into monsters.

Much of the earlier material wound up on the cutting-room floor. After the initial encounter I had the Merryman (the villain’s alternate name) come after Maud and Prue; the attacks were creepy enough but the way his powers worked didn’t make enough sense. Nor could I figure out the ending and how they’d beat him. When I read the parts I was satisfied with to the writing group however, they said it worked perfectly by itself — all I needed was a stronger ending. I wrote one I thought worked; if you read it, you can decide for yourself.

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Story behind the Story: The Savage Year

As this one just came out last fall in Metastellar, some of you may remember the following “how this story came to be” post from back then. But for those who came in late —

“Walking past a half-naked couple making out next to a picnic basket, Artemis West wished she could turn invisible. I never thought my first assignment would involve working magic in front of a park full of hippies.”

It’s 1968, Robert Kennedy has just been assassinated, and the country is mourning. And as Artemis soon discovers, her job as a Secret Service sorcerer is about to get much more complicated, thanks to a British black magician and a bronze-skinned, golden-eyed drifter, Diana Savage. Whose father is some kind of brilliant scientist and philanthropist, and everyone expects her to follow in his wake. So she’s run away for a summer of love before she heads to college. Only there are innocent people in danger, and in her heart she’s her father’s child …

Why yes, this is the story about Doc Savage’s daughter that I wrote about starting several years ago. As noted at the link, I’d wanted to write about her (or more precisely my version of her) since the early 1980s, but never came up with a story. Then I hit on teaming her up with Art West, great grandson of James West, the hero of Wild Wild West now following family tradition by working for the Secret Service, though as a mage.

When I reread the post at the link, it floored me: my protagonist has been Artemis West and female so long I didn’t remember ever considering a male lead (Jim West’s partner was Artemus Gordon. Descendants are stuck with the name). It’s not surprising though, as I write a lot of male/female teams. As to why I switched to make Artemis a woman … I have no idea.

The story idea beyond that shaped up early. Mages in the Secret Service actually have a dull gig. All they do is go around and touch up the bindings Native American shamans used to lock various

Lovecraftian outsiders away. As long as the mages do their job, the outsiders can’t get out.Except that when Artemis goes to check the local bindings (originally San Francisco, but it eventually shifted to the Midwest) she discovers someone is letting outsiders loose. Which is, of course, bad. Even alongside a bronze teenage tornado who fights like ten men (she’s Doc Savage’s daughter. She’s been well-trained) Artemis has her work cut out for her.

Refining the concept proved a lot tougher. I had no idea what the bad guy wanted, what exactly he’d unleashed and how the creature would help him achieve his goals. Nor did I know how to stop him. Eventually I figured it out, with the help of Lester Dent’s plotting formula — appropriate as he created Doc.

I also trimmed back a lot of the in-jokes, such as a reference to Artemis’ aunt Honey. I wanted to write the story so that someone who’d never heard of Jim West or Doc Savage could enjoy it, which meant avoiding any Easter eggs that would be more distracting than amusing.

When I was done, I presented it to the beta readers in my local science-fiction writing group. They suggested I needed to introduce the villain earlier to give him more of a presence, and that I needed to make the story weirder in a few spots. It was good advice. I followed it.

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Story Behind the Story: No One Can Slay Her

No One Can Slay Her is the only alternate history in 19-Infinity.

All the other stories exist in liminal fantasy settings that are just like our reality except for the magic. No One Can Slay Her takes place in an alternate 1950s where everyone knows magic works and same-sex marriage is just marriage — nobody cares which gender someone’s attracted to.

The inspiration was a post by blogger Foz Meadows (don’t have a direct link, alas) talking about how she’d read an AU Western (I don’t know what it was an alternate of) in which the protagonists are a same-sex, mixed-race couple and nobody cares. That frees them up to have a standard Western, homesteaders-versus-greedy-land-baron adventure, just like a straight couple would. Hmm, I said, that could be fun … and so my protagonists were born. Jennifer Armstrong, a hardboiled PI in 1930s Los Angeles, and her new bride Kate, a female Nisei private eye.

If you’ve read the story already you’ll notice that’s not the characters or the decade of the final draft. That’s because my original concept didn’t work. It involved a Chinese freedom fighter who thinks Kate is a Japanese agent — Japan had invaded China in 1931 — but the plot was clunky and refused to smooth out. Plus Kate didn’t feel at all believable as a Nisei, even a lesbian Nisei mage. A third problem was that after using the hardboiled first-person voice in both my Wandering Jew stories and End of the World on the Cutting-Room Floor (which came out in Space and Time in 2018) I wanted to use a different voice.

The solution to all these problems was to toss the story forward by twenty years. It’s 1957, Kate is white and a Beatnik, Jenny is a wealthy amateur detective, a character type that used to be popular (I suppose ABC’s Castle proves that it still is). The original plot involved the Chinese agent putting a sleeping-beauty type spell on Kate which leads to a confrontation with the mysterious mage Nemo — no relation to Verne’s captain but using the same sort of pseudonym, Latin for “no one.”

In the revised version Nemo herself strikes at Kate, making a poppet with her hair and blood. Poppets are British folk magic that works like a voodoo doll, except it’s real folklore where voodoo dolls aren’t a thing in voodoo practice. Nemo threatens to kill Kate with the doll if Jenny awakens a sleeping god but won’t say more.

Jenny has no interest in waking a sleeping god. She’s cursed with a destiny that guarantees a life of constant turmoil, danger and peril. That includes lovers who’ve kidnapped her, attempted to murder her, sacrifice her to Baal or feed her to the Napa Valley Naga. She’s not used to being in love and having it returned, which makes her protective of Kate but also insecure. When she realizes Kate’s hiding something she has to fight not to assume the worst.

Kate is a professional PI where Jenny’s an amateur. Beat Eye Investigations handles cases for lowlifes, oddballs and losers; it’s not a profitable line of work but hey, losers need a PI too! Where Jenny has almost no magic, Kate has Beat magic, a form of wild powe outside the normal rules. Between them, can the two Mrs. Armstrongs crack the case, particularly when they’re working at cross-purposes?

After several rewrites I had a workable story. Finishing it took the usual polishing drafts, plus three significant changes. First, I had to rework the mystery and the clues so that Jenny can plausibly put it all together. Second, I had to prune off any idiot-plot elements: Jenny’s not going to play a lone hand with her wife’s life at stake so I had to find some way to keep the police out of it. Third, I rewrote the ending in which Nemo explains everything. Yes, she has a reason to keep Jenny talking — she needs to buy time — but it still felt unconvincing. I decided it was better to leave some of her motives blank as the heart of the story is Jenny/Kate, not solving the mystery.

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Story behind the story: And He Bought a Crooked Cat

In the worlds of 19-Infinity, we’re now up to 1954, the setting for And He Bought a Crooked Cat. I conceived the opening scene, or the initial draft of it, back in the late 1980s. After many dead ends and a final rewrite, it found print in the anthology Rejection back in 2015.I’ve no idea what sparked the original idea but I came up with a scene in which a young man follows a grotesquely disfigured cat down a narrow, twisty street. At the end of it, a crooked old man informs the protagonist that having walked a crooked mile, he has to buy the crooked cat. Unfortunately, that was as far as I got with the concept. I tried reworking the lead to give him a character arc — he’d just gotten over a bad breakup, he’d poured out his heart to someone who didn’t even know he was into her — but none of it seemed relevant to the crooked cat appearing. Nor could I figure out what happened next.

IIRC, the idea of nursery rhyme characters as a chaotic, nonsensical power trapped in the rhymes manifested before my final protagonist, Paul took shape. Once that idea came to me, I started playing the chaos opposite an era that looked staid, nonchaotic, sober—the 1950s. Only underneath there was all this chaos and restlessness (civil rights, gay rights, etc.), and now the rhymes were breaking free …

Slowly Paul took shape as the counterweight. A writer/editor, serious, intelligent, and depressingly middle-aged at 25. Staid. Afraid to take a chance. Only now he’s dealing not only with the crooked cat but four and twenty blackbirds who just plucked off his  friend’s nose. The kittens showing up and asking for pie. And then there’s his lost love, Mary, Mary quite contrary …

My initial ending drove home the subtext of the story rather explicitly. I wavered back and forth on that and eventually decided by best friend Cindy was right and cut the explicitness out. The story, which had bounced to multiple venues by this sort, still kept bouncing back. Finally last year I sent it to Rejected and … success! Here in 19-Infinity, it gets another chance to shine. Available on Amazon in paperback and available for ebook pre-order on some channels (more to follow).

Oh, in case you’re wondering, there’s no particular reason I jumped from the 1930s to the 1950s. If I’d known I’d be doing this collection I’d probably have written a story set in the 1940s, but I didn’t, so there you go.

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Story Behind the Story: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Continuing my look at the stories in 19-Infinity we come to the 1937 adventure No Good Deed Goes Unpunished, which came out some years back in Crimson Streets. A prequel to Where Angels Fear to Lunch, it tells how Al Soares, the Wandering Jew, went from bitter outcast to still-bitter private investigator and urban fantasy protagonist. This post will include some spoilers so feel free to bookmark it and come back after you’ve read the book (hint, hint).

The first element came from a freelance spy who popped up in DC in the 1980s, code-named the Bad Samaritan. My friend Ross made a passing comment which made me think of using the same name for a different villain, one who murders people for doing good deeds (“Just think of me as—a Bad Samaritan.”). I liked it but of course I had to come up with a reason someone would do that, other than “he’s crazy!”

One I seized on was the Jewish legend of the 36 Lame Wufniks. The myth is that 36 people in the world are chosen to live lives of goodness, charity and compassion, thereby reminding God of our potential. Because of this, he doesn’t lose it at the behavior of so many other people and rain down fire or flood on us. So what if someone started targeting the Wufniks, killing them so that God would lose his shit?

And if that were the concept, the protagonist would obviously be Al Soares, my Wandering Jew. In my first published short story this century, “Where Angels Fear to Lunch” (in Realms of Fantasy, my biggest market to date), I presented Al as a hardboiled PI, a cynic who nevertheless works to balance the scales of justice. He protects people he thinks got the shaft the way he did when he was cursed for mocking Jesus on the way to the crucifixion (“One lousy joke, that was all. I didn’t kick him, I didn’t fling cow patties like Simon the Zealot, so why me?”).

That still left me with the problem of what the villain’s end game would be? And how exactly would he achieve it? After all, the Wufniks aren’t immortal, thousands of them have died through the centuries, so why would these deaths be any different? Suffice to say I worked all that out and it’s woven into the story.

In so doing, the Bad Samaritan became a somewhat smaller part of things. Instead it became very much an origin for the Wandering Jew’s decision to start lighting a candle rather than cursing the darkness. The original ending was very consciously written to set that up; after my friend M. David Blake pointed that out (in the course of turning it down for a magazine he edited at the time) I rewrote it so while it was still a launching pad it was less obvious. And I shifted the character Al has his final conversation with, which for various reasons worked much better.

Al is considerably more Jewish here than in my first story about him. As a fictional character he’s awkward, a Jewish figure but in Christian folklore, most probably conceived to explain Jesus’ statement that people alive in his time would witness the second coming. I managed to make it work and went back and incorporated that aspect into Where Angels Fear to Lunch, later in this volume.

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Story Behind the Story: Leave the World to Darkness

With 19-Infinity now out on Amazon in paperback and available for ebook pre-order on some channels, it’s time to talk about the genesis of the various stories. First in the book is Leave the World to Darkness which came out a few years ago in Love, Time, Space, Magic.I don’t remember the title of the book on shadows that triggered the idea for this one, but I remember the detail that did: shadows are stronger in the age of electric light than they’ve ever been. In firelight or candle light, shadows are flickering indeterminate things. In electric light, a shadow is fixed, sharply defined, stable.

As soon as I read that, a voice whispered in my head, “And that’s just the way someone wanted it.” Because what could make shadow magic more powerful?

My first version of the story had a researcher explaining to her boyfriend that Edison was rumored to be some kind of black magician behind his public facade, that he’d used electric light to make shadows more powerful. And then at the end—it turns out she’s right, and the shadows kill her, OMG!

This is a traditional SF structure: Person tells wildly implausible theory. Theory turns out to be true. Bad, probably fatal things result. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work very well unless the theory is absolutely brilliant (I think Henry Kuttner’s “Don’t Look Now” qualifies) and even then, I think most people can see the ending twist coming. Who’s going to devote all that exposition to something that doesn’t turn out to be true?

So I began rewriting, building up the shadow cult, adding characters, adding more plot (researcher is lost in the shadow world. Can boyfriend get her back?). Along the way Edison became a good guy, fighting against the shadow wizards.

Still didn’t work. I began doing some flashback to Edison in the past and that helped. Doing some basic research on Edison added some details, and also gave me the title. Like many people of his day, Edison loved James Grey’s poem “Elegy Written in a County Churchyard” so I adapted one of the lines (“Leave the world to darkness and to me.”) for the title, beating out my original choice of I Have a Little Shadow That Goes In and Out With Me.

Finally, for reason I can’t now recall, I dropped the present day researcher and switched to a 1930s setting. My protagonist became Aggie Baxter, a reporter stuck with the sob-sister beat (heart-tugging human interest stuff) and burning to do something bigger. Tagging along is her very wealthy boyfriend Rod Ducourt (of the Delaware Ducourts). Ahead is a whole boatload of trouble …

It was a great choice on my part. I love the 1930s as a fictional setting and Aggie, headstrong but capable, is one of my favorite characters. Everything fell into place, or so it seemed until I got editors’ critiques. In response I cut the original opening with Edison so that Aggie and Rod lead off the story. I also made Rod a little stronger: he’s definitely the sidekick but I had to make it clear Rod will back Aggie up, no matter how much danger or craziness she leads him into. I pumped up the love story more when I submitted it to the anthology. Clearly a smart choice.

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The Story Behind the Story: The Wodehouse Murder Case

As I mentioned Friday, the romance anthology Starlit Bridges is now out, with my Wodehouse Murder Case included. You can buy it in ebook or paperback. So as usual, here’s the story behind writing the story, reprinted from when it first came out almost a decade ago.I no longer remember what gave me the idea for a story built around the concept of “Bertie Wooster, Wizard.” Bertie, as many of you probably know, is the upper-class twit who bumbled through countless P.G. Wodehouse comedies, always getting out of scrapes and engagements thanks to his unflappable manservant Jeeves. Whatever gave me the thought, the idea of a slightly silly magician seemed to hold no end of promise, so earlier this year, I began work.

Several core details firmed up almost immediately, and, unusually for me, stayed consistent through the final draft. The central characters were Monty Throopville and his trusted manservant, Tench (I started with Greaves, decided that was too heavyhanded, and rejected the idea of him as a familiar). The climax would come at a country-house party with demonic forces in play, and Monty’s true love would start out attached to his less-than-ethical best friend. And the whole thing would be done in a Wodehouse style, of course.

Somewhere in the first couple of drafts, establishing both Monty and the female lead, Suzanne, as murder-mystery fans, took root—as did the idea that the party wouldn’t be merely a social gathering out of Upstairs, Downstairs but something out of the Golden Age of mystery fiction: An isolated country manor, a gathering of guests, fog cutting everyone off so they can’t leave—and then murder!!!!!!!

And from this, somewhere in the next draft or two, sprang the idea that Monty doesn’t merely read murder mysteries—he writes them (I don’t this is too big a spoiler). That immediately clicked for me, as it enabled me to add a lot of added in-jokes about the murder mysteries of the era. It also required me to rewrite Monty—all jokes about writers aside, if he’s smart enough to be a successful novelist, he couldn’t be quite as twitty as I initially portrayed him.

Subsequent drafts figured out how the murder and magical plotlines intertwined; introduced Monty’s flamboyant Aunt Lettie; and gave Suzanne a little more personality than just The Pretty Girl. And since I’d established that Monty’s series detective character is “Professor Wodehouse,” the title of the story naturally suggested itself. It’s also a play on Golden Age author SS Van Dyne, whose titles ran along the lines of The Kennel Murder Case, The Bishop Murder Case, etc.. I also had great fun coming up with titles for Monty’s own books: The Owl Died at Sunset, The Poisoned Viscount, Two Graves for the Duchess, The Hangman’s Secret and The Robin Redbreast Riddle, among others. Monty’s way more prolific than I am.

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Story Behind the Story: Happiest Place on Earth

My short story The Happiest Place on Earth is now available for purchase in the LOLcraft anthology of Lovecraftian humor (yes, I know that’s almost a contradiction in terms). So here’s the story of how I came to write it, reprinted from first publication back in 2014:

Many, many years back, I was joking with my friend Ross about the classic Disney TV show, the Mickey Mi-Go Club and it’s heartwarming ending song:

“Now it’s time to say goodbye and face infinity
“H-A-S-T-U-R, he’s our destiny!
“H-A-S—” “He’s our god!”
“T-U-R—” “Don’t say his name!”
“Forever we will raise our banned books high, high, high!
“Now it’s time to say goodbye to our humanity.
“H-A-S-T-U-R—he’s our destiny!”
(Sung, obviously, to the tune of the Mickey Mouse Club theme song).
So a couple of years back, I started thinking about the joke, and it struck me a a Lovecraftian Disney show would make the basis for a good story.
Unusually for me, the concept was on point pretty much from the first. Mickey Mi-Go, iconic, beloved star of TV and movies, learns Walt Alhazred is about to cancel his show. Outraged, he flies into Walt’s office to confront him … but of course it doesn’t go as planned.
After a relatively few rewrites, I presented it to one of my writing groups. They liked it a lot but suggested several changes (Ryan Jones, a dedicated Lovecraftian, suggested several details I could draw on from Lovecraft’s stories, which much improved things). I finished it soon after and sold it to New Myths — and now to Dragon’s Roost, which previously published my Signs and Hortense in Eldritch Embraces.

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The Story Behind the Story: Death Is Like a Box of Chocolates

Death Is Like a Box of Chocolates is now live on Mythaxis. Here’s my account of how I came to write the story and why the title turned out wrong — the McGuffin in the story is really a box of Stuckey’s praline candies.

This story scratches several itches for me. One is a minor idea of a female lead whose first name is Pershing, though she’s very different from the character I’d originally had in my head. The original had no story attached to her so it wasn’t much of a sacrifice.

Another is my desire to write a story about the kind of reporting job I used to have. A government reporter whose work focuses on dull stuff such as budget hearings, development approvals and the like as opposed to busting crime rings, writing searing exposes or simply as shallow media whores. As Death is Like a Box of Chocolates is set in 1983, the issues I discussed regarding Internet journalism aren’t relevant. However Pershing does share my frustration that crime news grabs more eyeballs than government and budget hearings which have more effect on people’s lives.

A third itch was Foz Meadows’ writing about how women’s looks in fiction become generic rather than individual. Pershing’s a stunningly beautiful woman but she dresses down to minimize the impact: attractive enough to be taken seriously, not so attractive harassment becomes unendurable.

The oldest itch, going back to when I used to fly a lot more, was a fear of being robbed in an airport. What if I were on the toilet in the airport restroom and someone just reached under the door, grabbed my backpack from the floor and pulled it out? What if I took my time getting to the baggage pickup area, — what would stop someone just picking up my luggage and walking out with my stuff? Then my imagination kicked in and I saw the thief opening whatever they stole and regretting it — for the little time they had left to live. Maybe with modern airport security that wouldn’t happen, which is part of the reason I set it in 1983.

In the opening Greg Haughton, a sexist prick “who believed in the importance of big brass balls the way his grandparents believed in the inerrancy of Holy writ,” gets humiliated by a couple of women he hit on. Next day, after dropping his sister at the airport, he gets a sudden urge to prove how big his balls are by walking off with something from the baggage carousel. He sees a box of Stucky’s pralines among the suitcases and swipes it. And then he opens it …

When I first read the story to the writer’s group, it was dark, and heavily focused on misogyny, with guys doing strange, irrational things in pursuit of women. One of my cohorts objected, correctly, that what I was showing didn’t go much beyond everyday misogyny in the real world. Rather than amp up the misogyny I cast a broader range. There’s Pershing’s co-worker who suddenly quit to write a bestselling novel, saddling her with a lot more work; there’s her father, almost cancer free but abruptly stopping chemotherapy. Plus the guy who tried kidnapping a woman because he knew she’d love him if she saw how much he cared. And a whole lot more.

Much other strangeness follows, including the secret of the box of pralines. The switch from just a box of chocolates was because Stuckey’s stores used to be everywhere in the South, or so it seemed. Drive off any interstate and you’d find a Stuckey’s store; we stopped at a lot of them on family trips in the 1970s. So I felt it fit the era.

The end result is a quirky little story set in what’s a lightly fictionalized version of my old home turf back in the Florida Panhandle. Plus a lot of period detail — General Hospital when it was the hottest soap on TV, Reagan’s invasion of Granada, next to no security at the airport.

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The Story Behind The Story: Questionable Minds

As today is the launch date of my first published novel, Questionable Minds (available as an ebook or paperback), my usual Monday political post will go up tomorrow. For now, it’s the story of how I came to write it.IIRC, the original idea for what became Questionable Minds was born sometime in the early 1980s. I’d seen Sean Connery in The Great Train Robbery my junior or senior year at Oberlin and much enjoyed his role as the roguish thief organizing the first robbery from a moving train. In his trial, after a judge demands to know what could have led him to violate every principle of law and decency, Connery simply shrugs and says “I wanted the money.”

My initial idea was to take the Connery character (based on a real character in the Michael Crichton nonfiction account of the theft) and have him work for the government — go where the police can’t go, do things the police can’t, that sort of stuff. The initial adventure, prompted by some nonfiction I’d read, would have involved the Hindu Thuggee cult setting up shot in London. In hindsight I’m very glad I never sat down and wrote it as I can’t think of any way it wouldn’t have been racist as shit.

Instead the idea lay fallow in the back of my brain. When it finally resurfaced it had two key differences. First, my poacher-turned-gamekeeper protagonist had become Sir Simon Taggart, baronet, old-money and impeccable pillar of the establishment. Second, the concept that Simon lived in an England where psychic powers — mentalism — worked. My original concept had been intrusion fantasy — supernatural elements intruding into the mundane Victorian world — but my revised idea meant the world was no longer mundane.

What led to the change? I’m not sure, but most likely reading some of my reference books about the Victorian age jump-started my original idea.  The book’s villain became Jack the Ripper, then I threw in Jekyll and Hyde, Helena Blavatsky, and multiple other elements. Plus lots of borrowing from Arthur Conan Doyle, being the Holmes fan that I am.

At the time I finished the original draft — late 1990s, I believe — steampunk was still a new concept. I hoped building my book around psi powers rather than tech would make it stand out. League of Extraordinary Gentlemen hadn’t come out so me incorporating assorted fictional characters into the book would, I thought, be a plus too. Of course, as some of them were Sherlock Holmes characters (though not Holmes or Watson himself) and they were still under copyright, perhaps it’s good I didn’t sell it, though I imagine the publisher would have red-flagged that.

In any case it didn’t sell. I was particularly frustrated by one publisher who asked for like three chapters at a time, asked for more whenever I prodded them, then finally said no. That stretched the process out waaaay beyond what was reasonable.

Ditto a company who held the book for a long time, then told me, when I checked back, that they’d reserved it for the publisher’s personal review — expect an answer in four months. When six months passed I checked … and checked again … and again … and finally said that having had no answer, I chose to withdraw it from consideration. Late can happen for legit reasons; not responding when prodded is, in my experience, a huge red flag. The publisher’s curious response was that she was sorry we couldn’t reach an agreement — meaning what? They’d sent me an offer and I hadn’t heard back? Or that she and her people couldn’t reach an agreement whether to buy? I’m guessing the latter.

Finally, success! I submitted to an e-book publisher, got accepted and they told me they’d be back in touch by the following summer to discuss edits and possible changes. Summer passed, no contact. I checked back, they were going out of business. They apologized for not notifying me sooner but did return all rights.

I tried a couple more publishers after that without success, but I still believed the book was good (after all, at least one publisher liked it!). So finally, rather than chase after small publishers who probably didn’t have that much to offer me (not a slap at small publishers, honestly. But when the submission package calls for me to submit a marketing plan — well, if I could draw up marketing plans, I can’t see what I’d need them for) I opted to self-publish. I rewrote the book, rewrote again, edited the book and sent the manuscript through Draft2Digital for the ebooks (they’ll be available on Amazon eventually) and Amazon’s Kindle publishing for the paperback. Plus using One World Ink for promotional services. Plus, of course, my friend Samantha Collins who designed the awesome cover.

And now it’s done. Let’s see what happens …

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