As Ben and I remain locked in mortal combat over our respective novels (Surreality for him, The Crane Girl for me), I’ve decided to launch another little project on the side. I plan to self-publish a book by the end of the year.
Not a novel, but a book of poems. I’ll call it The Witching Hour.
Although I’ve written three books (and counting) before this, none have ever seen the light of day. I’ve never had anything I felt was publishable quality, even for a self-publish. But the poems are different.
I’m told the poetry market is absurdly difficult to break into in the usual, “mainstream” way – much harder than the fiction market, which isn’t exactly a cakewalk. Reader demand is relatively low, and they tend to want established names, not newbies. And in the world of poetry, having an “established name” usually means not having a pulse.
So that’s one factor: self-publishing is the only viable option (that I know of) for poems. Another factor is that I’m human, and after three and a half novels in the dark, I want to see my name on the cover of a book, dammit.
And finally, I’ve got all these poems lying around, old and new, and it seems like a waste not to do something with them. After all, they represent a period of ten years, over a third of my life.
So, yeah: new book coming. The Witching Hour. Should be available before Christmas. I’ll keep you posted.