Friday, September 9, 2016

Resurfacing


So, how’s your summer been?

I should say spring and summer, because it’s been nearly two seasons since I’ve posted here, and just about that long that I’ve been scrambling, literarily speaking.  With Bouchercon* in New Orleans on the horizon, I'm ready for some serious R&R.  

The short version of the story:  I had a book due, and it was a tight deadline, and I made it.

The longer version will require some explanation of publishing timelines, and sharing some of my recent lessons learned about publishing. 


My second book, HARD COLD WINTER, was first delivered to my publisher at the end of February last year, just in time to launch my first book, PAST CRIMES, in early March.   That’s not an uncommon situation for genre fiction; the goal is usually to produce at least one book each year. 

When PC launched, I was lucky enough to have a few in-person appearances at bookstores, and virtual appearances on mystery fan blogs and other websites.  Virtual appearances require some extra effort.  The author is usually writing a guest article or providing answers for a Q&A.  Those blogs are terrific exposure, and I’m delighted to be asked to join the party, every time.

The hitch?  Because those articles have to be written in advance, of course, I found myself working on many of those guest posts while also finishing HCW.  A *lot* of posts; I think I wrote eighteen articles and Q&As for PAST CRIMES last year.  

There’s Lesson #1: Consider the Timing.  Book launches require a lot of pre-work and creativity, so make sure you’ve got enough bandwidth, or at least enough runway.

I received rewrite notes on HCW from my most excellent editor in late May, and agreed to deliver those by end of July.  The rewrites went well, and HCW was in the pipeline.  All good.

And then I waited.  After the frenzy of the previous months, the rest of last summer felt very calm.  Unnervingly so.  Mine was a two-book deal.  Would my publisher want another?

Finally I asked my lovely and spectacular agent.  She patiently informed me that the publisher would be waiting for me to bring them opening chapters and a synopsis.  Whoops.  I’d burned a couple of months, fretting.  Lesson #2: Don’t Wait For News; Ask.  Especially if you’re a noob.

Okay, let’s get some opening chapters.  I had an idea, I thought.  Worked it.  Reworked it.  Sent some notions to my agent, and she provided feedback.  By the time we deemed the chapters and synopsis ready to submit, we were into the holidays. 

Remember Lesson #2?  I didn’t.  It was late January before we resumed conversations with my publisher, and fortunately things moved quickly after that.  By end of month we had agreed on a new two-book deal, and I was ecstatic.  And also freaking out. 

Because this third book would have to be delivered fast.  Between delivering the rewrites on HCW and signing the new deal, I had burned through the better part of six months.   And because we needed to hit as close to a Spring 2017 release date as possible (one book a year, remember?) I would need to deliver Book Three in seven months, by end of August.  I had forty pages, or about ten percent, done.  Ninety percent still to go.

Oh, right.  Lesson #1.  I also had to launch HCW, complete with appearances and writing guest blogs. 

The question was not whether I could write a book in seven months minus travel and blog time.  Two pages a day will get you that.  The question was: Could I write a good one?  I do enjoy a challenge...

Fast forward through drafting and redrafting and shredding (pages and fingernails) and tiny cuts and landed punches, and Yes.  There it is.  And there it goes, off to my most excellent editor for notes.  Rewrites yet to come, but I’m very happy with Book Three, and I think fans of the series will be as well.  Whew.

Plus, I’m getting better at this game.  Book Four is due in 357 days.  That’s a whole five months longer than I had for the last one; positively luxurious.  Not that I’m waiting, because I think I’ve already learned Lesson #3: Every Day Counts.  For Writing, and for Rejoicing.

And with celebrations in mind, I hope to see you at Bouchercon.  Cheers!


*Bouchercon World Mystery Convention is a nonprofit, all-volunteer organization which holds an annual convention in honor of Anthony Boucher, the distinguished mystery fiction critic, editor and author.  Readers, writers, publishers, editors, agents, booksellers and other lovers of mystery and crime fiction gather for a 4-day weekend of education, entertainment, and fun!  Check out http://www.bouchercon.com

Friday, May 6, 2016

Awards and Appreciation

Since my last post, I've had a whirlwind of book launch events for HARD COLD WINTER (huzzah!), signed the contracts for my next two books (double huzzah!), and joined the annual Mystery Writers of America celebration that is the Edgar Awards.  

As a first-time attendee to the Edgars, let me tell you: It was worth the transcontinental flight and every moment of the mild headcold that came with it.

No, I didn't win for Best First Novel, and yes, that was a little disappointing (hey, I'm human).  More on that emotion after the photos.  But to let Not-winning spoil the honor of being nominated and especially all of the fun my wife and I had meeting old friends and making new ones would be ignorant, not to mention profoundly ungrateful.  It really was a spectacular time.

A few snapshots, and then a heartfelt comment...   

At the famed Mysterious Bookshop, in Tribeca.  We came straight from the airport, dragging luggage behind us.

With fellow authors Nadine Nettmann, Jay Shepherd, and Dan Hale (right), who was awarded the Charles Todd Distinguished Service Award on the night of the banquet.

The panel "A Dram of Poison" at the symposium, with new friends Brendan DuBois, Susanna Calkins, Gilly MacMillan, and Lori Roy.  Let's just assume I'm saying something profound.

Photobombed by a Grand Master: Walter Mosely!


At the banquet itself, with my superb editor Lyssa Keusch and my exemplary agent Lisa Erbach Vance.


Congratulations to the MWA directors and volunteers who carried off a huge event with style and panache.  It was a magical night.

One last note, or rather, a list:  
Patricia Highsmith.  Donald E. Westlake.  Tony Hillerman.  Martin Cruz Smith.  Bill Pronzini.  Elizabeth George.  Walter Mosely.  Don Winslow.  Janet Evanovich.  C.J. Box.  Gillian Flynn.

What do all of these authors have in common?  They were also nominated for Best First Novel.  And they lost, too.  There's a whole lot of success and acclaim and even a couple of Grand Masters listed there.  

Incredible company, in other words.  See why I'm not too upset?  


Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Dancing with Edgar


About four weeks ago, while hustling out the door to the day job, I did the habitual preoccupied squint at my cell phone to see if any messages had blown in on the night wind.

Notifications Galore.  Double digits coming in on every feed.  If I’d had the phone’s buzzer turned on, the device would have rattled its way off the damn table before six a.m.  What the hell?

January 19.  Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday, and the annual announcement of Edgar Award nominations.  I’m such a rookie, I hadn’t thought to mark the date on my calendar.  Friends in the writing community were claiming my book PAST CRIMES had received a nod for Best First Novel.

After a very careful re-reading of the tweets and the texts – and double-checking the Mystery Writers of America website for myself – I held back an extraordinarily loud Howl of Jubilation.  The family was still sleeping.  I managed to grant them an extra thirty seconds. 
      
The rest of that day was a joyous frenzy.  When telling family and friends, I would start out explaining that the Edgars are sort of the Oscars for mystery writers.  And their usual reply was “Yeah, I know.”  I had forgotten that people outside our cabal of plotters and pantsers might have heard of an award whose recipients include authors from Raymond Chandler to Ruth Rendell. 

What my friends might not know is that all of the judging is finished before the first announcement hits the virtual streets.  Unlike the Oscars, the MWA voting process determines both the nominees and the eventual winner.  Somewhere in an envelope, the answer awaits... 

Which is a relief.  The results are already decided, so all the nominees get to enjoy the time before the awards banquet, without anything more pressing than searching the couch cushions for plane fare or finding a suitable dress (mine is electric blue).  No second-guessing, and Thank God no lobbying.  Can you imagine For Your Consideration ads for the Edgars?  I might mock some up, as a spoof.  “Best Mixing of Metaphors”.  “Outstanding Fingertip Calluses”.  “Best Use of Caffeine and Whisky in a Three A.M. Random Word Spew”.  I might be a shoo-in for that one. 

A month has passed since that morning.  While the initial shock has worn off, the excitement remains.   My gratitude has only increased. 

I’ve got a book launch to keep me busy before April 28, but I’m making time to read my fellow First Novel nominees.  Not to compare my book to theirs—an impossibility; I don’t know how the MWA judges manage the volume, let alone the decisions – but to admire the range and skill of their writing.  It’s encouraging as hell, to read great work and know you’re in that company.  


And on the banquet night, whatever happens, I’ll celebrate.  Howls and all.


Thursday, January 7, 2016

Opening Volley

Happy New Year, everyone!  Here's a little post-holiday present, courtesy of my excellent friends at William Morrow: If you can't wait the two months until HARD COLD WINTER is released, just scroll below to read the opening chapters!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Larceny is Gradual

I've been pretty lax about writing posts here recently.  Partly because -- a lame excuse is better than none, right? -- I've been very focused on the proposal for Van Shaw Book 3.  

Proposals, for those not familiar, usually consist of a plot description (tough) and a few opening chapters that will hopefully knock the collective socks off of anyone who so much as glances at the title page (really tough).  For me, the process involves multiple re-writes and lots of chewing on pencil erasers.  Since I write with a laptop instead of a pencil, I chew on the Delete key.  

Without any real planning, Facebook has become the channel where I post more frequent updates for friends and readers. Twitter is the collective online cocktail party, BYOB.  At the start I thought Larceny is Grand would be my regular journal, but perhaps it's best as it is: a place to capture random moments in a new career, and put writing that doesn't really fit anywhere else.

But in the next few months, you'll see more activity here as I prep and celebrate the launch of HARD COLD WINTER in March, and the paperback of PAST CRIMES.  And there will be a tour of other blogs as part of the fun, too.  So more to come, is what I'm saying, and huge gratitude to those who have been following along and have asked me when the next post is coming.  

(And of course, in the meantime there's always Facebook and @GlenErikH.  Don't be shy; pop by and visit!)

And within the next couple of weeks, the proposal for my third book will be in the hands of my publisher.  I'm nervous.  I'll probably write about being nervous here, because that's how writers deal with crap like that.  Place butt in seat, place words on page.

Stay tuned.




Thursday, October 1, 2015

Raleigh Rally: Preparation for Bouchercon

In one week, I'll be deep into Bouchercon, the largest mystery and detective fiction convention in the United States. Three and a half days of panels, speakers, cocktail receptions, and (if time allows) sleep. I also get to be a New Author this year, which will be loads of fun. I'm only slightly worried about the hazing rituals.

B'con has had forty-five years of practice before this, while I've only had one, just down the road last year in Long Beach. This year the convention is all the way across the country in Raleigh, NC, so I'm looking forward to the barbeque and the Southern hospitality.

Even with only one previous year under my belt, I've learned a few important lessons. Here are some of the essentials on my packing list: 
  • The first three books off the tall stack of novels written by friends, which I'm months behind in getting around to reading. Thank heaven it's a cross-country flight.
  • Chocolate-Peanut-Butter Luna Bars, for those critical boosts of energy between panels
  • Toothpicks, because CPB Luna Bars are really chewy
  • Breath mints (self-explanatory)
  • Cash for coffee, in case the cocktail party the night before runs really late
  • Visine, because of course the cocktail party the night before will run late, it always does, why do I fool myself
  • Extra Bag to bring home books that I've bought
  • Backup Extra Bag to handle the overflow of additional books from the Extra Bag
  • Credit Card to pay for all those books. And in case I need to buy a Auxiliary Backup Extra Bag
  • Spot remover, because at some point I'm bound to get barbeque sauce on my shirt and possibly my shoes

Tragically, galleys of my second book HARD COLD WINTER will not be ready in time for Bouchercon. We *barely* missed the date, but I console myself that I'll be able to hand out a whole raft of copies the next weekend at the Northern California Independent Bookseller Association (NCIBA) in San Francisco.

If you're coming to the convention, I'm on the panel "Keeping it Moving: Maintaining Pace in the Narrative" at 10am on Saturday. Come by and say hello! I'll be the guy with the toothpick and the stained loafers.


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

It's been a fairly quiet summer, much of it spent hunched over the keyboard finishing the rewrites for Book 2.  Except it's not quiet anymore, and it's not just "Book 2" anymore!  

Announcing the second book in the Van Shaw series:  

HARD COLD WINTER

Much more to come soon, with launch plans, Bouchercon in early October, and the paperback release of PAST CRIMES.  But for now, I'm just gonna bask in the glow of this gorgeous cover design!