My monster in a box was meant to have been locked away with the lid nailed down by now. What seemed like a grand idea may become (to mix metaphors) my albatross.
The box contains just about every published story I’ve ever written, some revised into definitive versions, minus a handful I didn’t deem good enough to collect, and was meant to be finite. I stopped writing short stories when the market for such anthologies and collections fell away about five years ago, but was commissioned for a few more, so the lid came up again. Now the collection stands at 158 stories and takes so long to load on Word that it keeps crashing the software.
This gigantic volume is called ‘Total Midnight’ and is now too unwieldy to be published as a book, which only makes me want to do it more. My first choice of a publisher bit my hand off for it, then got cold feet, then the virus hit. I had a thought to crowdfund it, bu I’d have to art-direct a total package and set a cost, and the thought is daunting. Any brave publisher who feels like thinking out of the box and accepting a challenge to publish a definitive collection is welcome to contact me!
Meanwhile, my Bibliomystery ‘Reconciliation Day’ for the wonderful Mysterious Bookshop on Warren Street, NYC, has become part of an expensive (just under two thousand dollars) collectable anthology in the illustrious company of John Connolly, Elisabeth George, Reed Farrell Coleman, Anne Perry and F Paul Wilson. The volume/ sacred artefact is from Suntup Editions,Â and their last anthology sold out in under 20 minutes. Here’s the high-end book, and there’s a cheaper but equally elegant limited edition version available. The illustration above if from my story…
I love books as desirable artefacts but have never been a collector because the authors I regard as cherishable are never worth much monetarily. But as every great reader knows, a book is a private contract between author and reader, and you can’t put a price on that. Many books exist for me merely as vague happy memories.
Do check out the Mysterious Bookshop – the East Coast’s lifeline to finding the finest murder mysteries. Like all great independent bookshops they rely on regular customer turnover to support them and the world would be a dimmer place if they were to vanish.