The Internet no doubt justly deserves a preponderance of the blame for reducing the attention span of most of the western world to the duration of a sound bite. Indirectly, it should probably take the rap for the likely demise of mass-market fiction, too — large Internet retailers, who shall remain nameless, have arm-twisted most traditional publishers to the point of making anything shy of a certain best-seller manifestly unprofitable.
If you still read books in the face of all this, thanks — I still like to write them.
In defense of the Internet and its effect on literacy, it's made small press publishing viable in a way it never was back when books could only be bought from book shops. Actually, it's made publishing somewhat Victorian — returning it to a time when writers wrote, publishers published, readers read and shopkeepers sold chickens.
Then as now, it takes some searching to find books worth reading — the Victorians didn't have access to Google, so it probably took them a bit longer.
Victorian readers also lacked downloadable e-books — all my books are available for the Amazon Kindle tablet. In fact, I should note that the cover graphics that appear at this page represent the e-book editions of these novels. The printed covers may differ. I'm not sure why this matters, but I know intuitively that the lawyers would have screamed loudly enough to have been heard in Patagonia if it hadn't been mentioned.
A strange little novel written quite some time ago, LizardLand started out with a very different name, which scared off a great many literary agents and publishers. Actually, the whole project sent them running for their Prozac and some scotch to wash it down with.
LizardLand is a satire — of popular fiction, and perhaps more directly, of anything having to do with dinosaurs and the chromosomes thereof. If you've ever longed to nail your legal council to a really big cross, you'll enjoy this book. This might begin to explain why large-press publishers have wanted nothing to do with it.
Alchemy Mindworks' support staff received a considerable volume of e-mail asking when I'd be doing another novel. This mail got forwarded to me, and thence to my publisher, perhaps such that everyone concerned would know someone's interested in reading these books.
Given the choice between reading these messages and dealing with questions about setting the timing in web page animations, I'll take the book requests in a heartbeat.
After the usual longer than anticipated waits and delays, Darkmatter, finally saw daylight. You have to wonder why it's so difficult to anticipate those unanticipated delays...
Jam Ink books has run out of the most recent printing of The Order, and its paper incarnation remains in something of an alternate universe as of this writing. It has become a rock star on Kindle, however, where it's proven unexpectedly popular.
The Order was the first of my books to be released by Jam Ink. Well over a decade old now, it's probably a best-seller by obscure small press standards. I wish I'd kept all the outraged mail I've received about it, decrying the aspersions I cast upon the loyal subjects of Queen Victoria; ranting on about the naughty parts; protesting about the profusion of bloodstains and complaining about how it frightened the horses.