___WORDS FROM ME_____________________________________

a knowing noah


I received my contributor’s copy of DEAD HARVEST this week, and I have to say it’s an impressive beast. When the anthology’s editor MarkParker said he had high ambitions for the book he wasn’t joking. This is a really well done book, tightly bound, neatly set out, and with great cover art that’s strikingly displayed to full effect in the trade-paperback edition.


To make things even better, there’s some seriously good writers involved in the project too. How about reading work by, among others, these guys:


I’m in there too, but I don’t think I spoil things too badly. My piece is called “A Knowing Noah” and comes in at about 15 pages long. Not too painful in a collection of 50 stories that tops out at 700 pages in length.

I suppose the anthology as a whole is – with tales leaning heavily on the autumn/fall season and for the most part featuring rural settings, rows of corn and creepy woods and totems – a folk horror collection. As far as I know, Mark Gatiss coined the term folk horror in his BBC4 horror film series when describing The Wicker Man and Witchfinder General. It’s as good a description as I can think of to fit these tales.

The book is available in a trade-paperback edition as well as in e-book format. If you have the money, I’d say you should shell out the extra for the paperback. It’s a beautiful thing, chunky and generous, and I think the publishers Scarlet Galleon have a big future ahead of them.

The trade paperback is available here in the UK.
The ebook is available in the UK for Kindle, Nook, and Kobo*.
The trade paperback is available here in the USA.
The ebook is available in the USA for Kindle, Nook, and Kobo*.
And you can get it in all e-formats here at Smashwords.

And if you want something special, some copies have been signed by contributors Richard Chizma and his son Billy Chizmar here at Cemetery Dance Publications.

The book has been out a while now, and is racking up some impressive reviews. If you’re into horror of a more rural bent, this is one to gather up. Recommended.

* Kobo readers are able to use money off vouchers on this title in both the US and UK, so keep an eye on those Kobo-run promotional contests they run.

on saying no


The best things in life usually come from saying yes. Yes to the boy or girl with whom you shared a first kiss, yes to the course you didn’t really want to go on but which altered your views on life, yes to that holiday that didn’t appeal but which turned out to be one of the best you ever had, yes to that someone you may well spend the rest of your life with . . .

But sometimes, when you are yearning for a bit of positivity, some help getting going in the right direction, when you’ve been bogged down and all you see is the quagmire miring your ambitions, an offer comes dangling down, waiting for you to grab onto with a single YES! -- and you reach out, eager, ready to pull yourself up with all your might, to start off and finally get you on your way, young man . . . when something inside whispers, Don’t do this. This is wrong.

And with a heart dropping out of sight, you look around the stale miasma of your grotty position but nevertheless say it. Shape the word and let it out.

No.

I wrote a longish fantasy novel a few years ago. I knew it wasn’t a fashionable book and that it wouldn’t sit prettily alongside the thick secondary-world-set fantasies you could find on the shelves in Waterstones. But I thought it had some good things going for it. A strong protagonist on an interesting journey. A continuing theme throughout, that held together, with some neat (I thought) subtext, working.around the notions of doors, real and imaginary, open and closed. Although it was complicated, and pretty dense in places, wasn’t at first glance a light read, I liked the book a lot, thought I’d done good work on it. Sure, it could have been improved with a professional editor going over it, but then what book couldn’t be? It was probably as good as I could make it, with my own resources. So the time had come to send the first chapters and a synopsis out, see what would happen.

The answer was a flat, unencouraging nothing.

Couldn’t find a publisher with a slushpile who’d touch it with the clich├ęd bargepole. No one wanted to read it. I didn’t get any feedback. Flat form rejections. Do not pass go, do not collect £200.

I rejigged the book, edited it so that it would meet some word-count maximums for other publishers I found that were open to submissions of a certain length. Probably cut the book too much, in retrospect, if I’m being honest. But hey, I didn’t realise it at the time.

Didn’t matter. Same result. Flat form rejections.

And then, toward the middle of last year, I got a nibble. An independent publisher that had previously specialised in non-fiction work was building a new fiction list and wanted to read more than the opening chapters. Encouraged but cautious, because by now I was beginning to think there was something seriously wrong with the book I’d not managed to grasp and therefore anyone who read it and wanted to see more must be missing the same thing about it that I was, I sent the book off.

A couple of weeks later, a list of small edits were suggested, and an offer made to put the book out.

Okay, I thought, and sat down and thought about things. The edits were mostly fairly well made ones, and I could see the point in them. Some I could argue the rub on and would do. But for the most part, I thought they helped the book. So let’s do this, I thought.

Hell, an offer is an offer, agents and publishers will tell you; and they’re rare enough in the business these days. If you’re offered one, take it!

Sure.

So what did I do?

Turned the offer down, of course.

Because I had a niggle at the back of my head. No, this is wrong. There’s something not right here. I didn’t know what that something wrong was – other authors, new and established ones, were and are happily being published and their books doing okay with the publishers – but I wasn’t happy. The more I thought about it, the more I disliked the marketing that would be done for the book, the publishing schedule, the outlets that book would initially be put out through. Slowly but surely I the book didn’t feel like it belonged with this publisher.

Which sounds like crazy talk. And worse than that in some ways, stupid talk. Because if this publisher wasn’t going to put the book out, who else was going to? And what good is a book if it isn’t being read?

You might well ask. I sure did.

In the end, though, that niggle won through. I hadn’t yet signed any contract and so I pulled the book before anything went legal (and no, I don’t think I made any friends in that particular publishing house, though I explained as best I could the rationale behind my thinking and my reservations about the production process).

As soon as I’d said No, I felt better. Saddened that the book still wasn’t seeing the light of day, but better for knowing I wasn’t doing the wrong thing by going down a route I’d become increasingly uncomfortable with.

I can’t honestly say I haven’t had any second doubts. It’s over six months later now, and the book is still on my hard-drive, unpublished. And it’s likely to stay that way. So it’s natural that I should on occasion wonder what would have happened if I had said yes.

So yes, I wonder about saying yes and saying no. The difference one might have brought about in my life compared to the other.
But I don’t think about it much.

Because I still think I made the right decision.

No.

Hard to say it. But sometimes right to say it.


hour of the black wolf in paperback


So the paperback edition of my wee Western, Hour of the Black Wolf, is out and available in a large-print edition for the hard of seeing. Or, frankly, anyone else who wants a copy. It's published by FA Thorpe in their Linford Western Library imprint.


Here's what it looks like, the book:

 data:image/jpeg;base64,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

And here's where you can buy a copy...

In the USA

In the UK

Your local library should, if you ask the nice librarian sweetly enough, be able to get a copy in for you  . . . And you should be using your library, you really should, for all sorts of reasons.















meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

Things have been hectic.

Hospital stuff, poorly relatives, Christmas, hospital visits, New Year, hospital visits, poorly relatives, poorly me . . .

Somewhere in all of that I have managed to get some writing done, honestly. But none of it has been on this blog. That will, I hope, change shortly.

Next post I'll tell you about the paperback edition of Hour of the Black Wolf.

See? Ending on a cliffhanger, and in such a short post. Sometimes I amaze myself.

© M P Lynch. Powered by Blogger.

©Mark Patrick Lynch 2012-2014

Created by Silver Moose Designs