When we last left off, it had been six years since I started writing Starfire. I had learned a great deal more about the writing industry and the writing craft. And while my writing garnered me praise from my peers, there was no place for it to live. The industry was also coming into the age of practically requiring an agent for submission. By this time I’d already gone through the gamut of publishers who seemed somewhat friendly to the stranger genres of fiction.
So by the year 2007 I was uncertain as to what to do with my writing, or if I even wanted to continue. I turned my focus to other things (like getting married) and walked away from my involvement in the writing world.
I had grown jaded with the circular arguments about why publishers were ignoring the obvious desire for fantasy and to a lesser extent science fiction in the markets. I had spent years trying to break through only to hit dead walls because my stories were in the wrong genres. In short, I was tired of it all.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I married an author (Tiffany Amber Stockton), I may have very well ended my writing journey there. But my new wife wasn’t ready to let me give up on myself just yet. And by the summer of 2008 she encouraged me to submit Starfire to a new publisher on the scene… Marcher Lord Press.
I filled out the online form and sent off my manuscript as a final test. If a publisher solely dedicated to publishing science fiction and fantasy and everything weird turned down my novel, then I’d take that as a sign that it was time to move on and let go of my writing dreams.
Was this all overly-melodromatic? Probably. And I don’t know if I would have walked away forever. But thankfully we’ll always just have to wonder about what might have happened, as in the fall of 2008 my writing life would take a new drastic turn that hinged on six words….”Want to be a Marcher Lord?