Thank you for finding me here! Five years ago, I wrote copy for this page
before my debut novel had
even come out. Now it's been more than
three five years since
publication, my debut won the Mary Higgins Clark Award for best suspense novel
of the year, was nominated for a bunch more, and my family and I have spent seven a
total of fifteen months on book tour. That insane number is because my second novel came out a year
after the first and we hit the road again
(four months), then a third (and yup, we did it again).
Indie Next Picks, recognition by Suspense Magazine, another award (the Silver
Falchion for best novel). My debut has become a bestseller, and was even
included on a Book of the Day calendar. You’d think things were going
pretty well, right? And then...
I went careening into a giant concrete wall.
It took me eleven years to sell my "first" novel, which was really
the eighth one I’d written. Eleven years of rejection and toil and hard
work and disappointment and getting slammed down before raising a
hand--sometimes just a finger--to indicate that, beaten and bloody, I wanted to
try again. You'd think after all of that, I'd be done with the hard parts. Time
to buy the yacht and the jet and go live in the
Ah, but publishing isn't that simple, and writing isn't either, and neither is life, I guess. The publishing biz is a beast that makes no sense. It's a camel with many humps, and you have to keep climbing them, shuffling around and trying to find a comfortable seat. To mix metaphors as no writer should.
After my third novel came out, my editor was let go, and I suddenly had no home for my work.
Luckily, I had a new book all ready to go, which my agent was eager to submit. And at least it would be easy this time, right? After all, one of my books was a USA Today bestseller. Two had won major awards. I had starred reviews. Readers I loved. A slew of successful events I’d done on tour.
Not right. It seems the rejections don't stop just because you've had some success. It took my agent and me over a year of perfecting that book, seeking support in the form of blurbs, and tolerating no's before offers began to come in. In the end, we had the excitement of an auction--and better yet, I was able to join a publisher I truly feel understands both me and this tricky business.
I'm so very glad you've come to join me atop the camel. Let's ride.
Love from the Hills of Wedeskyull,