So sorry for the long absence this month. Things have been so crazy around here.
Thank you so much for your encouraging words and your suggestions when my publisher sent me notice that they were closing their doors at the end of the year. I had the option of having them publish my book anyway, and they would be nice enough to give me back the rights on January of 2013, but I decided to take my rights now and see if I could find a new home.
I've got great news: I DID find a new home. Fortunately, I was able to land with a great publishing house, Hydra Publications. I met with the president and got to pitch to him in person a few months ago, and I reached out to him again. He's been looking for some good steampunk books, and Dragonfly Warrior hit the spot. The best thing about joining Hydra is all of the other authors on its roster. They've created a robust and active writer's community, and they've already welcomed me with open arms.
I know I'm in good hands. Although this is a delay, I'm relieved and happy that I signed a contract with Hydra. Depression has been replaced with jubilation. Things happen for a reason, I guess.
I have been traveling ALL over the place by car. Yuck. My lower back hurts so bad. I don't have satellite radio, so I am sick of the same songs being played by the radio. I hate Adele now. The cool thing, however, is I've gotten to drive through and stop at all of these great little towns...bits of Americana out here in the middle of the US of A. And with summertime in full swing, it was really cool to see kids playing baseball in a sandlot (literally). Or the ice cream truck surrounded by a swarm of eager kiddos holding dollar bills in their hands (in my day, you only needed 50 cents to get a bomb pop). Swap meets, picnics, festivals..
It made me think of my own childhood and summers spent outside the house, not coming back until the proverbial streetlight reached its full electric bloom. My most memorable summer memory is one that involves me and my buddy riding our bikes late at night and a huge fireball streaking across the sky. I think it was 1982.
We just about crashed our bikes when we saw this huge object hurtling right over us, a piece of it falling off and vaporizing in the air. It went from west to east, streaming and billowing across the horizon. I had a tough time falling asleep that night.
Next morning, my friend knocked at my door with a newspaper in his hand. A Russian satellite had fallen. It burned up before striking the ground. What's funny is that other that this blog post, I still talk about that night all the time. I accidentally ran into my childhood friend in college, and he said that it's one of his favorite stories to tell too.
So yeah, when I think of summer, I often think about Russian satellites crashing.
Blogging since 2005.
Medical sales warrior by day, writing ninja by night...
I am the author of The Mechanica Wars series. The first book, Dragonfly Warrior, will be published in January, 2014 by 4 Wing Press.
I love science fiction, fantasy, literary fiction, biographies, and chocolate chip cookies.