As of today I have a new book, Bone Blind, on Amazon, its story still more a landscape of my mind than real. Only just released, it remains entirely mine tonight, but sits all shimmering and luminous on the cusp of its future. Other minds will soon enter that landscape, will engage with the curious spin from a murder in a candlelit room and the desperate scramble of three people to interpret, hide or succumb to its consequences. But for the moment, on a rainy California night, Bone Blind and I are still locked in the ferociously intimate bond that exists between author and story.
We might have remained so forever. Bone Blind is a novel my agent couldn’t sell. “Love the writing but it’s too complicated, impossible to categorize,” editors said. And they were right. A mystery that’s also a near-obsessive love story and a police procedural plus not one but two little horror novels written by the protagonists, would be a nightmare to advertise, blurb and shelve in bookstores. It’s not a horror novel; it’s about writing horror novels. It’s not a “romance” because the romantic p.o.v. is not that of a spunky young woman, but a man who’d rather be anywhere but the mess he’s in. Its police procedures are carried out on the sly by a detective on the eve of retirement who’s distracted by his fascination with Victorian architecture. But it is a mystery, in the end. And now, thanks to a technology that’s changing everything for books, and writers, Bone Blind gets to be a book!
I’m proud of it and thrilled to set it free. When my seven other books were published there were bookstore events, positive reviews in major newspapers, speaking engagements and interviews. There were award nominations and awards received, foreign editions, movie options and one actual movie. But my other books were agented and handled by a large, long-established publishing house that no longer exists. Bone Blind will have none of that massive promotional support; it will fly on its own merit and whatever amateurish help I can give it in a technological realm about which I know absolutely nothing. This is exciting.
The world of independent digital publishing is a wild west of chaotic newness. Throwing any American into it is like throwing Br’er Rabbit in a briar patch. We thrive in such contexts. So tonight I throw a new book into it and myself right behind, and anticipate having incredible amounts of fun. Go, BB!