One night in the early 90s, I was driving around Lexington, KY, listening to this song:
Suddenly, a scene flashed into my head. I turned around, went home and wrote four pages. The questions then came: How did I get here? Where do I go? About a year and a half later, I had answered those questions, in the form of a sex, violence, and hair-metal roman noir called Broken Glass Waltzes. When I finished it, I showed it to a few friends and family members. My favorite responses were from one friend who said it was terrific, but he wouldn’t let his wife read it, and from my mom, who asked if I planned to publish it under my own name — it’s pretty lurid. “No, Mom,” I said. “Under yours.”
From time to time over the next couple of decades, I shopped it around from agent to agent, and to the occasional small press, but to no avail. I had a couple of close calls of the “I like it but isn’t quite what we want” variety, but the world is full of unpublished novels, and eventually, I figured I had simply increased the supply.
Then, a few weeks ago, I heard about a publisher who was interested in manuscripts for dark fiction, and I figured my story qualified, so one more shot, one more query (an advantage to e-mail is that failure is much quicker and less expensive.) One thing led to another, and…
I’m proud to announce that Snubnose Press — publishers of Spinetingler magazine — will be publishing Broken Glass Waltzes in 2013, and it will be available in e-book and POD paperback formats. I’m delighted to get to share it with you, and I’m grateful to Snubnose editor Brian Lindenmuth for seeing what I hoped someone would see a long time ago. I’ll tell you more as I know it, and in the meantime, you can get acquainted with Snubnose on the web, on Facebook, or via Twitter.
And at last, I feel like Pinocchio when he became a real boy. I hope you’ll enjoy the ride with me.