The first two novels I wrote appeared in serial form in a biweekly magazine, back around the turn of the century, when I basically bet that I could stay one step ahead of a pretty relentless deadline and/or still be churning out words when the fledgling magazine went belly up. I’ve always had a huge fondness for those novels, not so much for the content, but for the exhilaration of meeting that deadline, and for the audacity of thinking I could do so.
“Here are these training wheels, bub – now go hit the speedway.”
One of the novels I later published under the Bafflegab Books imprint and it continues to sell steady ones of copies to this day. The other remained an unexploited resource which, recently finding myself temporarily between projects, I took into my head to resurrect, edit, and fling unto the world. That was the plan. Let me tell you why it didn’t work out. [Read more…]