Rumours of Publication

News came this weekend that Blackwater, now under the working title "The Cardinal Divide Deception" will finally and at long last be published.

Over a year ago (November 6th, 2006 to be precise) I sent a previous version of the manuscript to NeWest Press. I got a call from one of their editors on Friday, maybe Saturday (he left a message) saying they wanted to publish it.

It took a long time. A long time. The book was conceived in Costa Rica in November of 2004. I remember sketching the characters out in a note book on the flight back between Houston, TX and Calgary, AB. I wrote a few chapters that winter, and then the complete outline the following summer while laid up with a pinched sciatic nerve. I finally got down to writing the whole damned thing after moving to Victoria in 2005. The current version is number 6 - six nearly complete front to back edits or re-writes. And there will be at least one, or maybe two, more before we're through.

After so long, its almost hard to believe this is happening.

When I write these mysteries I feel that I am truly in my element. They are easy to write. They flow. I write the first draft of them in a matter of months. Though there are many things I love to do, writing these books about the scruffy Cole Blackwater is certainly part of my Dharma - what I am meant to do. I don't judge it. Sure, they are mysteries. And yes, each has an important message. What is important is that when I am writing them, it feels more they I am simply the portal through which the stories emerge into this world.

Pushing aside tears, telling the people who are most important in my life that this was happening was a real gift.

If there is a downside, its that its going to take two more years for this book to hit the shelves. That feels impossibly long. But I'll bite my tongue for now and see where this goes, and be grateful that this dream is finally coming to fruition.

The Cardinal Divide Deception

So Blackwater has a new name: the Cardinal Divide Deception. Just too much negative conotation with blackwater - what being murderous thugs who do the US military's dirty work in Iraq and all.

And it has been fully edited and sent off to Cormorant Press for review. Check back in say, 6 or 8 months to see what they have said.

And now there are three

It took much, much longer to pen The Lucky Strike Manifesto than I had expected. Back in January I had set as a goal to use two quiet months from my consulting practice to churn out the next two novels – in very rough draft form – in the Blackwater Mystery series. Darkening Archipelago came together quickly. But then my phone started ringing off the hook, and I took on three new clients, and my writing time shrank to the early morning hours. I started getting up at 4 a.m. as often as I could to make up for the lost time. Then I moved at the beginning of March, and that physical and emotional change also took its toll on my writing time.

All that being said, I finished a very rough draft of The Lucky Strike Manifesto yesterday. It’s a much meatier book than the first two. At 470 pages, and 122,000 words its longer, and the plot is much more complex. As with the first two books, I love the characters, and am excited about the opportunity to talk about some of the important issues of our day without having to beat people over the head with the message. The book deals with poverty and homelessness in Vancouver's Downtown Eastside, and with mental illness as a strong, important sub-theme.

Now I’m going to do edits on all three books, and continue my effort to connect with a publisher.

Darkening Archipelago takes shape

In a flurry of spastic tapping that surprised even me, I finished the first draft of the Darkening Archipelago on Tuesday morning (February 20, 2007). In 28 days I wrote 310 pages and 90,000 words.

Inspired while revising Blackwater, the first in what I believe will be a series of environmental and social justice murder mysteries, for the Arthur Ellis Best Unpublished Mystery Award, I set a goal of writing first drafts of books two and three in the series by the end of March.

Revising Blackwater involved moving the important chapter where Cole learns of the murder of a leading proponent for the mine he has been hired to stop from a place 1/3 of the way into the novel to the very front. It also involved moving a scene from the prologue to a climatic scene further on the book. Doing this got me really jazzed about the characters and the story, and excited about the next two novels. I strengthened some characters, worked on dialog, and touched up some personalities that were a little rough around the edges. It was great fun!

There was some other forces at play. My other work as a consultant was quiet. There was money enough in the bank to pay the mortgage for a couple of months. And with the turning of the seasons back towards the light (Candlemass occurred half way through the writing of the Darkening Archipelago) I was able to resume my early morning writing. As an author, its important to recognize the conditions that allow for creativity to flow. Seizing those opportunities - even paving the way for them - is critical to the art form.

For the next week I'll be doing a preliminary edit of the Darkening Archipelago, then it will be onto book three, The Lucky Strike Manifesto.

Two steps forward…

And now, revise again. Over the holidays I decided to revise Blackwater. My intent is to rewrite the first six or eight chapters to match the faster pace of the later half of the novel, and move the murder to the front of the novel, so that readers get into the meat of the plot right from the start. My goal is to have it complete by the end of January so I can enter the book in the Canadian Mystery Writer’s Arthur Ellis Award for Best Unpublished Mystery. I'll post an update towards the end of the month.

Start Again

Since 1994 I have been trying to publish books. Many different books. Any book? No. A good book. A book that explains what I feel to be true in the world. A good read. A compelling story. Something that will make people laugh, think, cry, stay up really late at night eating something fattening.

When Arsenal Pulp Press, in a moment of delusional weakness, said yes to Carry Tiger to Mountain a year and a half ago, it was a dream come true. I thought, this is it! Easy street, here I come! Don’t mistake me, I didn’t think I’d actually make money. I’m not so naive as to believe that a writer of the application of ancient Taoist proverbs to modern business and activism would actually pocket much of a pay-check. But I had hoped it might be a foot in the door in the publishing industry. I do, after-all, have a dozen or more book ideas on paper and in my head.

As William Faulkner once said (we have similar troubles), he could paper his walls with rejection letters. Me too. If you could use emails to do the deed. I long ago stopped saving the PFO letters. Now I'm amassing a pretty impressive file of no-thank-you's for Blackwater.

What is the moral of this sad tale? Keep on. Start again. Back on the horse, etc.

So today I start the next round with Blackwater. Unsuspecting literary agents, publishers, be warned.

Sigh. They said no. As a small publisher, they had a two year backlog of titles. They promised to send some notes about the book, which would be nice, but I'm not holding my breath.

So back to square one. I think I'm going to focus on finding an agent now.

I suppose I thought that once I had one book under my belt, the second one would be easier, but not so. I really shouldn't have been surprised. Publishing in Canada is a really tough business, and I'm a really unknown writer. But letting this get me down won't get me any closer to publishing Blackwater, so I'm just going to cowboy up and get busy.

Nothing yet. Friday comes and goes and, not unexpectedly, I don't hear from the publisher. It's a small press I'm courting (the publisher answers the phone himself) so my guess is that they are pretty busy. Monday, maybe? I'm practicing patience, and non-attachment.

Waiting. In late August I submitted the manuscript for Blackwater to a small, Canadian press with a mystery/crime imprint. I asked that they get back to me by the end of September one way or another. After that, I said, I would start shopping the book around to other agents and publishers.

I followed up with them yesterday, and was told that they were giving it serious consideration, and would have an answer by Friday!

I’m trying not to get too invested in the answer. If they say no, there is always another. It took me three years to find a publisher for Carry Tiger to Mountain. More than a dozen if you count back to when I first started pitching book ideas (like a major league hurler warming up, just throwing everything I could get my hands on).

So Friday. Waiting.

Blackwater finished at Hollyhock

A few days ago I finished Blackwater, sitting in the Library at Hollyhock, on Cortes Island. During my six days there I managed to edit from cover to cover the entire manuscript, input all the changes, and give it a once over for formatting and layout. Not the most glamorous part of the writing process, but necessary none the less.

Today I shipped the manuscript off to an agent for a look see. I likely won’t here back until the end of August or September.

While at the Hock, I managed to get to work on the next project.

I had intended on picking up Becoming Sand, a novella that I wrote in 1997 about Pacific Rim, lost love, transitions, and the inter-tidal zone, with the intent of adding another 150 pages to its existing 100. But two things kept me from starting on it: 1) I read what I had written on the plane going to Toronto a couple of weeks ago, and it really, really sucked. Well, most of it really sucked; and 2) what didn’t suck was so hopelessly sad, that I couldn’t face it right now. My intent in writing Becoming Sand was to pen something that felt like Blue Rodeo’s super-sad songs, complete with a lot of pedal-steel guitar. What I got was some really awful writing, with a really sad story buried beneath it.

Well, I just can’t deal with that right now.

So instead, I’m going to continue to focus on Cole Blackwater. He’s a sad dude too, so that makes me happy, and the second book in the Blackwater globally-syndicated series will be a pivotal one in terms of the development of the defining moments of Cole’s life. It’s called the Darkening Archipelago, and is set in the Brighton Archipelago, where clashes between salmon farming, wild salmon fishermen, first nations and activists are creating real world drama that Cole will find himself wading neck deep into. While on retreat at Hollyhock I was able to get 18 chapters outlined, and did a lot of the work to develop the plots and subplots. I’ve got another ten, maybe twelve chapters left to sketch out, and then I can start writing again.

Once again, Hollyhock provided the ideal location for thoughtful reflection on a creative endeavour, and I am forever in their dept for the amazing work that they do. For those who are looking for a place to spend time writing, painting, drawing, or just working through some ideas that need a peaceful backdrop to come to life, consider Hollyhock for your inspiration.