The post has this title because: 1) I love the Who!; and 2) I’ve got several bits of news.
First and foremost, my short story, Forbidden Branson, has been accepted by Crimespree Magazine. This is a significant publishing credit so I’m quite pleased. It’s also the sixth short story about Alec Pargrew, Cowhand PI, to find a good home. He appears to be an appealing character and I plan to write a full-length novel about the fellow as my next project. Thanks and a hat tip to Crimespree editor Steven Torres for accepting the work.
Second, I’m making good progress editing my new novel, The Confessions Of Septimus P. Nasby. From a raw MS of 115,000 words, I’ve boiled it down so far to less than 109,000 and hope to get it to about 100,000. By way of extremely brief synopsis, Nasby is a picaresque story about the Civil War misadventures of a young man, the type people in those days called a “scoundrel,” whom we would now characterize as a “sociopath.” Historical figures such as Grant and Sherman mingle with fictional ones like the deadly, refined Creole, Pay LeBeau. Wish me luck finding an agent to represent it.
Third, I previously announced that a publisher had been found for my dystopian steampunk yarn, Vacation’s End. The anthology is on indefinite hold and I’ve resubmitted the short story. Such is a small press writer’s lot.
I hope that everyone who reads this post is prospering both personally and professionally.
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