Trying My Hand at an Anthology

You've seen it happen: actors think they can direct; directors think they can act; editors think they can write; writers think they can edit an anthology. 

Well, I've decided to test the anthology waters with just a toe or two. 

For a while now, I've noticed something about most of the top-tier publications that I've either broken into or am still attempting to break into: they publish some sad stuff. Well-written, but dour and nihilistic. Where's the fun in that?

Heading Out on the Query Circuit

My defective detective novel is just about ready to be queried in a big way. So far, I've attempted to snag the attention of various agents with science fiction, horror, a thriller, and a western, but this will be my first attempt with a humorous mystery that takes place in the real world, circa 1930.

Historical fiction? Not really. I did a little homework when necessary, but there's not a whole lot of history in this novel. The story revolves around a New York City police detective who's a mystery to himself, a mash-up of Sam Spade and Inspector Clouseau. He solves cases hit-or-miss, surprising his captain (as well as criminals) when things fall into place. He's not as much of an idiot as some might think, but he can definitely be a doofus at times. For the reader, half the mystery is wondering whether he's as incompetent as he seems.