Well. I've just signed contracts on my first novel.
It's with Immanion Press, a fairly small but very professional operation run by British fantasy writer Storm Constantine.
My novel's called Hinterland. What kind of book is it? Tough one to classify. Bit of this, bit of that. Sex, drugs, love, death, urban legends. The usual.
More specifically, it's about big cats on the moors, mass-produced paintings which leave people dead, two lost and lonely girls living on an island in the middle of a park duck pond, and sinister black cars which watch the streets.
These mysteries send a young journalist spiralling away from his nice, neat life and into a world which he's never noticed before but which, really, has been hiding behind lamp-posts and down dark alleys all the time, all around him but unseen, hiding in plain sight.
Has he uncovered a conspiracy? Or is he slowly succumbing to mental illness.
Don't have a publication date yet - i'm hoping Immanion will be able to shoe-horn it into their schedules for publication this year; it's a very wintery book.
Needless to say, I'll let you know. I'm also trying to set a website up, but it's a bit like a caveman trying to hotwire a Porsche. There's a holding page here until I borrow a copy of DreamWeaver next week.
Not much else to add, really, other than Barbelith has been a fantastic source of inspiration, ideas and support - this novel was first drafted before I'd even heard of Barbelith, which gives you an idea of how long a process its been to publication.
Hopefully one or two of you might be moved to pick it up when it comes out - it's got definite appeal for some of you. I hope so, anyway - my kid needs shoes and every time you think about buying Hinterland but don't, well... a little bit of Father Christmas dies. |
