Fire Always Burns Uphill: A Novel of Mental Illness, Love, Lust, Betrayal, Revenge and Hay Fever.
** Would-be Lovers Trapped in a Remote Alabama Canyon **
** With a Psychopath on their Trail **
This is the premise of my first published novel, which started to catch on right before humanity wiped itself out in the catastrophe known as Y2K.
Now, 11 years later, Fire Always Burns Uphill is available as a Kindle e-book.
And do you know why? The reason is quite simple: Money.
I’d like to make money. A lot of money. And the best way to do that is to tap something deep and unshakable in the human spirit that simply makes people want to hand you cash out of their pockets and purses.
Thus, this: my first blog post, which will be used to shamelessly promote the e-version of Fire Always Burns Uphill.
My creative writing, which started in earnest in 1992, has not existed in a vacuum, whatever the heck that means. In addition to quite a few short story publications, the manuscript for Fire was resoundingly rejected by every respectable literary agency on the Island of Manhattan. But I was not rejected in the typical form-letter manner. Oh, no. Instead, I was pulled from the brink of success and then yanked back by the scruff of the neck. Up and down New York City, the men and women who buy great literature read my manuscript with an enthusiasm bordering on psychosis. Here – finally – (they said in snail mail replies) was a writer who could generate characters on par with Pat Conroy, Joyce Carol Oates or Stephen King. And these agents, obviously composing their rejections on cocktail napkins at the same happy hour, wrote these words same words in their respective rejections:
“As much as I’d like to represent this work of obvious talent, I simply cannot. Perhaps I’m the wrong agent to be reading this. Perhaps I’ll regret this decision.”
Well, I don’t know whether any of them regret their decisions. But I know that I regret it.
After collecting enough of these “good” bad news pieces of parchment, my novel was accepted for publication by a weird print-on-demand company that sprung up and later crashed like a dot-com.
But that doesn’t change the fact that a dead tree version of my book actually existed (and may still).
And it doesn’t change the fact that I had multiple book-signings in Huntsville, Birmingham, and, yes, Fayetteville, Tenn.
And it doesn’t change the fact that I was interviewed by the local CBS affiliate.
And it doesn’t change the fact that my novel rocketed to #3 on the Amazon.com regional bestseller list.
The novel, it seemed, was about to go viral.
Or so I thought. What really happened is that everybody was getting their souls and houses in order for the global catastrophe that did not happen on January 1, 2000.
Which brings me back to the e-book.
Fire Always Burns Uphill now available from the Amazon.com Kindle Store!
And, again, the reason is simple: money. A lot of money.