DOUG LANE WRITES
2/27/2019 - WEDNESDAY WORD GAME
What if there was a world within the world you thought you knew, and there was a pathway to that world that was hiding in plain sight, and had been for a little while, and all it took was an eye for detail to walk this path into this new world, where you could be among the first to travel?
Well, okay - that’s a majority of fantasy novels (classical and urban both). But it’s also mirrored in the world you’re in, right here, right now. Why, you might be Facing the first cobblestone of the path, so close, just a click, right there…
Of course, even if you Face that first step, it might take some reflection before you figure out the rest of the journey…
2/15/2019 - TOO MANY IRONS
The truth of the matter is that LIFE often gets in the way of THE WORK. And LIFE tends to accumulate its projects at the outset of the year: plans made for home renovations to be finished, upgrades to home and garden, trip planning, and so on. Into that mix, you toss a car that decides it wants a new transmission that it (frankly) isn’t worth the cost to give, and suddenly everything goes to one side so you can have reliable transportation again.
But in the midst of this, there’s still work going out, work getting onto paper, the march of progress on the third Robillard novel (which, when finished, will kick off the hunt for representation of some stripe, with two ready-to-fire guns and a third in the oven, plus outlines for the remaining three. In the meantime, other stories make the rounds (including a bit of alternate history Hollywood haunting in “Daddy, Play That Babalú”; a spot of horror-tinged crime in “The Gravediggers”; one cop’s strange obsession with “The Skull In The Switchback”; the Cuban revolution-flavored “The Finca Vigia Banned Book Cockfight”; and perennial also-ran - and ode to science fairs - “Everything In Time Travel Has Been Done”) while still others have been thrown into revision reconsideration, are fully drafted, or well-started (“A Souvenir of Your Visit to World War III”, “Five Iterations of Charlie Tango”, “Other Than That, How Was The Play?”, “God’s Home Address”, “A Touch of Bedlam”, “Slip Some Skin”, “The Middlemen”, “Birth Mother”, “The Shady End of the Bench”, “The Effect of a Monster Under the Bed on the Traveling Salesman Problem”, “Object d’Art”, “With Garnets In Their Eyes”, “Place of Dying” and a couple of new Iron Vanguard memoirs, “Triplicate Threat” and “The Ardor of Giant Mecha”). We’ll see where I get.
There are ALSO still some unsold copies of SHADY ACRES AND DARKER SPACES available directly through this website, signed by the author, in both limited hardcover and trade paperback. IF you don’t have one yet, hie the to the BUY page!
12/21/2018 - WINTER SOLSTICE
Winter officially arrives at 4:23 PM today (Central time) and tonight is thus the longest night of the year. On the plus side, the days are getting longer. On the minus, there was a plan to have some sort of new holiday story for you this year, and it simply didn’t happen, and because I’m intimately familiar with the pipeline, I can tell you there’s none in the works.
What I can report is that if you were someone interested in the cheaper trade paperback edition of SHADY ACRES but a) still wanted a signed copy and b) didn’t live in the greater Houston area, I have a limited number available through this very website - they’ve just been added as an option on the BUY page. You will NOT get one before Christmas - the days are getting longer, but not THAT much longer. But if you order, I’ll get it in the mail in and around holiday revels.
There’s otherwise nothing particularly newsworthy to report - stories go out, rejections come in, stories go out again; the second Robillard novel (SEVEN FISHES) is undergoing a revision to tweak some things that need tweaking before it goes over to my editor; the start of the third Robillard novel (HONEY LOVE) has been shelved and may or may not emerge as the third Robillard novel. It may become the eighth. Or jam up the file cabinet. The only thing certain about writing is rewriting. And in a fit of pique, an opening to the sixth Robillard novel, GLASS I, was laid down on paper before bed as it occurred to me, before it vanished into the abyss again. Sometimes, you don’t belly up to the bar in Brigadoon at your own peril.
11/28/2018 - SHADY DAYS AND BLOGGY NIGHTS
Officially on sale for a week, the signed/limited hardcover edition of SHADY ACRES AND DARKER PLACES is a shade over 60% sold out. I’m not saying ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ but it’s selling quicker than expected. If you’ve been considering it, copies are in stock and available by either clicking the banner above or going to the brand-new BUY page.
In a related story, the trade paperback edition has FINALLY been approved for distribution. You can order one RIGHT NOW at Lulu.com, (which is actually my preferred provider, given my cut with Lulu for each copy sold is about seven times greater than with ANY OTHER 3rd party provider from whom you’ll ever be able to order it) by clicking the link above. It will take several weeks yet to populate to other distributors’ sites. Lord knows if it will ever populate to Amazon. I’m not going to lose sleep over that.
In addition, over on the BUY page you can also order a signed copy of the trade paperback directly from me. The BUY page is a brand-new work-in-progress, mainly because of multiple fulfillment channels (me, distributors) and multiple formats (hardcover, trade paperback, and e-book.) But there, you’ll find more info about the book, formats, and ordering, plus links to a couple of other currently in-print items with newer stories that may not be collected for another ten years.
Today’s new blog post is a little different - a real-life mystery with a call to action and audience participation, revolving around a pair of 90-year old journals discovered in a second-hand bookstore in Houston. And you might even win a book in the process, because who doesn’t enjoy a game of chance? I hope you’ll hop over to the blog to dive in on “The Lost Diaries of Florence Baumrucker”.
Meanwhile, it’s back to work on the third Robillard novel this week and fashioning the framework for things to do in the coming year, which I don’t need the I Ching to tell me is going to be a season of change. Back before the holidays!
“I need a place for my death."
She felt as if a flock of birds had flown across her mind and somehow scattered his words to some unintelligible bark. "Excuse me?"
"Somewhere I can expire. Point my toes to heaven. Go belly up, take a dirt nap, become the late, the lamented, the deceased. A place for my death."
"I don't believe my upstairs room is what you want."
"On the contrary. It's off-street, it's quiet, it's easily overlooked. I drove by three times before I found it."
"That hardly means it's suitable for dying in."
"That's half of what makes it perfectly suitable. The other half is you."