Forget Lord of the Rings, the Chronicles of Narnia, Star Wars and Clifford the Big Red Dog.  This is a real epic story.

Except, I’m not sure where to start.  The beginning would be a good place, but this tale has so many beginnings and even more bad endings.  I suppose the problem is that there are so many themes going on here—stick-with-it-ness, bad luck, determination, dealing with setbacks, and never accepting no as an answer just to name a few.  I think there may even be an ancient code left behind by a renaissance painter, but I could be wrong.  Anyhoo, there’s a lot going on here, so sit back and prepare to be dazzled.

In February 2000, I completed a book called We All Fall Down.  It was a suspense thriller based on a couple of news items that I smooshed them together.  I didn’t have a track record at the time in publishing, so I went from agents and editors collecting rejection letters with some aplomb.  Then I struck gold in October 2001 when a small press publisher picked up the book.  Yahoo, I was going to get published.  Small presses are delicate creatures and vulnerable.  Things looked fine at the beginning, but I’d arrived to the party late.  Cash flow was drying up.  Delays ensued.  The book slipped from a 2003 release date to 2004 and that wasn’t certain.  The release was dependent on a number of factors outside of my control.  I could feel my story going cold on the shelf.  In late 2003, I made a decision that left me sick to my stomach.  I asked to be released from my contract.  The publisher hadn’t published a book in a year and mine was still pending.  It was the right thing to do, but it felt like suicide.  I had a book contract and I killed it.  What an idiot!?!

The decision hurt and to be quite honest, it left me depressed.  It was my fault.  My mess.  A waste of two years of my life and the book’s life.  My funk was reinforced when I tried to resell the book.  I came up against a wall.  Suddenly, after 9/11, the book was in bad taste.  I wrote how easy it would be to launch a major terrorist attack if someone had the audacity.  Then one happened.  It looked as if I was trying to follow a trend, instead of foreseeing one.

I don’t like the idea of practice books—manuscripts the writer has no intention of selling.  Every book is a practice book.  I learn from every word I write.  But I was coming to the conclusion that We All Fall Down would become a practice book and I would have to consign it to trunk status.  But then a miracle happened.  I met another small press in the spring of 2003.  I approached them on a whim at the beginning of 2004.  They loved We All Fall Down and paid me an advance.  Lots of good things were happening with them that gave me confidence that this was a winner.  I felt like a winner.  My confidence returned.  My decision to walk away from my original publisher was validated. 

Cover art was commissioned.  Editing began.  A schedule for release was outlined.  Then progress slipped.  The timeline took on a Daliesque quality.  The May release became September, then ’05.  All the signs were there that this publisher was going through a familiar crash and burn.  It got to the stage where I had to ask point-blank, “is this book ever going to be published?”  After some squirming I received an honest answer.  No, the book wouldn’t be coming out. 

I couldn’t believe it.  It was now 2005 and the book was dead in the water again almost six years after I had begun the first draft.  My familiar funk returned.  I kept on writing other things, of course, but We All Fall Down kept dragging me down.  It was a damn albatross driving me onto the rocks.  I’d pretty much given up hope on the book, but things were changing.  Luck was being kind to me.  I’d sold Working Stiffs, so I dusted off We All Fall Down and sent it out to yet another small press publisher who’d expressed an interest in reading something.  Around Christmas 2005, they asked to publish it.  Finally, the book was going to be coming out, but before the contract could even be signed a scandal hit the publisher.  Accusations flew around.  The publisher’s rep was toast and the publisher’s elastic publishing schedule was going to stretch even more.  The writing was on the wall yet again.  The book was dead.  Even if they published the book, it would be tarnished by their bad rep.

It’s easy to say, I was pissed off with the whole affair.  It’s bloody hard to sell a book these days and to sell it three times and never have it see the light of day is cruel and unusual punishment of the most twisted kind.  The publishing gods were just being mean at this point.

But I’ve been riding a wave of good fortune to make up for a number of disappointments over the last few years.  Getting picked up by Dorchester has opened a number of doors for me.  I feel some real traction at the moment.  I’m moving forward towards my goals.  If I’m moving forward why can’t We All Fall Down come with me?  I dusted the manuscript off and looked at it.  It’s now seven years old and it looks it.  The prose is a little flaky at the corners.  The plot is sun bleached. There’s something stuck to one of the characters and it’s gone green.  If I put it on the high seas, it’d sink.  But underneath the dirt and grime, there’s a good story underneath.  It’s going to take a lot of work to get it looking new, fast and sleek, but it’s doable.  I talked to Dorchester about it.  And God love ‘em, they said yes.  We All Fall Down will appear in mass paperback next July.  It won’t look like anything like the manuscript I started work on in ’99–characters, places and motives are different, but its essence and spirit remain.

A happy ending at last.  This story is a testament to many things—belief being the prime one.  I never stopped believing in the story.  I can be flippant, but my stories mean a lot to me.  I had a man down and I wasn’t leaving my soldier behind.  Finally, I’ve brought him home.

Mission accomplished (for now),
Simon Wood
PS: The lovely Dave Zeltserman stands in for me while I’m away at Comic-Con.  Dave has a great compansion piece to this week’s entry.  The week after Robin Burcell with a few things to say.
PPS: In addition to finalizing contracts with Dorchester, I’ve swapped ink with Adams Media to write a humorous self-help book.

10 thoughts on “EPIC TALE

  1. billie

    Simon, I love your “leave no book behind” approach.

    It’s uncanny you post this today. I was thinking yesterday of my first book and how much I still believe in it. I’m taking your epic tale as a very potent sign that good things are coming. 🙂

    Congratulations on bringing We All Fall Down to its debut!

  2. Naomi

    Dang, you are scrappy, Simon. I can see your swollen black eye, the blood oozing from the wound on your forehead. The missing teeth, the banged-up jaw. Yet you keep swinging. Thanks for sharing this story.

  3. Dave Zeltserman

    Simon, that’s a great story. Jeremiah Healy once told me the three rules to being a writer are 1) never give up 2) never give up 3) never give up. Btw. lots of adjectives have been used to describe me over the years–this is the first time “lovely” has been used. I guess there’s a first time for everything…

  4. Louise Ure

    God, Simon, what a saga.

    In retrospect, I blame the title for the delay. “We All Fall Down?” Kind of a prophetic epitaph for those three early publishers.

  5. simon

    Sometimes I wish I could let things go…but I can’t. It’s terrier in me. Sensible people would have let go a time before I did. 🙂

    David, you are lovely…

  6. JT Ellison

    They say all good things come to those who wait. But you’ve showed them. Persistence, belief in yourself, and the guts to make it happen, THAT’s what comes. Bravo, Simon!Thrilled that your baby will at last see the light of day. And congrats on the humor book, your sly sense of humor will be perfect for that.

  7. Dalton Mitchell

    It’s not only the terrier in you but the stubbornness of the dachshund too. You know if they get something on their mind to do, they won’t give up until the mission is completedK

  8. simon

    But JT, I done wanna wait. I demand satsifaction. 🙂

    Kenny: Having spent 2/3 of my life around dachshunds, their stubbornness is bound to rub off…


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