For several years now, I've been working on a mystery about a serial killer. The victims are found in room 319 of different motels in the three counties, Wayne, Oakland and Macomb, that surround the metropolitan Detroit area. On the bathroom mirror at each scene, written in the victim's lipstick is the taunting message "WHY 319?" What is so special about that room or that number?
I can't speak for other writers, but sometimes you get a story that you're working on and you get it close but can sense there is something elusive that is just beyond your fingertips, avoiding your grasp, that you can't seem to get a handle on. This was one of those stories. So I'd work on it when I had the time but couldn't seem to knock a hole in that wall and get it right. At moments like that, I'd put it up on the shelf and move on to something else.
Well, as someone far smarter than I once said "that was then. This is now."
Not only was I able to finally to knock a hole in the wall, I kicked it completely down. Inspiration struck at some point as what came together was a finished project that just sang to me. Enough story twists to make pretzels and more than a few subplots to keep things buzzing. The pacing worked. The conflicts worked. The action worked. Everything clicked. I had a couple of fellow writers, Travis and Cory, give it a read and got some great feedback. Part one of the goal was accomplished.
Part two was the daunting part. Finding a publisher who was interested.
After a couple of query letters went nowhere, I found somebody new. Black Rose Writing sounded like just the place for my intrepid tale. They responded to my query in a timely fashion and asked for my manuscript. I sent it along and tried not to think about. Life goes on. The day jobs were still there. Time skipped along.
Until last week. That's when I got the note from the publisher, singing the praises of my story and offering a contract. For a guy with two left feet and little sense of rhythm, there was no happy dance. But there was a defiant "Yes!" with a fist thrown in the air. Fortunately, no one was around to witness this display.
So the first two parts of the goal are accomplished. The book is scheduled to be released in September. To see one's efforts in print is always a jolt that will never grow old. Now there is work to be done. Another review for edits, plans for promotions and all that jazz. I sense the next six months will fly. And that's okay with me. I can't wait to get my hands on this one.
Time to set another goal.
Friday, April 4, 2014
I don't usually write reviews on the books I read. While I might recommend an author or two to friends or associates, that's about as far as it goes. But this is the second novel by Morgan Wyatt that I've had the pleasure to read. So I couldn't resist jotting down a few lines.
This book rocks! Morgan Wyatt grabs your attention right out the gate and takes you on a roller coaster of hot, steamy entanglements with enough conflicting emotions from both her primary characters to keep you guessing. The delectable Krista, a curvaceous and sultry school principal, hides her true feelings and her desires behind sensible shoes and practical clothes. I wouldn’t be surprised if she pins up her hair into a bun and sports a pair reading glasses to hide behind.
Out of town for a conference, Krista has a chance meeting with the muscular, motorcycle riding Wolfe, who gets her libido into overdrive faster than a speeding bullet. But it’s the impact she has on him that catches Wolfe off guard and creates enough confusion for him that he loses his focus on trying to unravel a puzzling mystery before someone ends up dead.
Wyatt’s characters are well drawn and believable. The supporting characters all have their own motives, and she keeps you guessing who really is good and who is bad. There’s enough heat between Krista and Wolfe to trip the smoke alarm. 4 stars.
You may want to check out some of her other work at her website. http://www.morgankwyatt.com/