In most of my posts to the blogs, I’ve talked about the various aspects of writing, but today’s is a bit more difficult. It’s one of the sad parts of writing.

The publishing company, Grace Abraham, that published The Scent of Murder is going out of business this week. I only found out a few days ago, so I’ve been rushing around trying to get copies and letting people know who might have been interested in buying copies sometime in the near future. It’s not a pleasant task, but one that needed to be completed right away. In a short plug for the book, you can still find it on Amazon.com until tomorrow.

The blow was doubly hard, because not only was The Scent of Murder near and dear to my heart, the second installment in the series was just completed and I was looking to see when it might be published as well. The Scent of Murder had won a Malice Domestic Grant back in the 1990s, and the story was a quick write, compared to the biographies and historical fiction. In short, I’d invested something of myself in these books, and now to have see that dream die or be postponed.

I do have hopes of getting the book reprinted, but for now that’s just a dream. I’m back to square one with that series. In a way, I’m starting all over again.

I am still working on the Boucher biography, and it’s coming along. But the thought of how short-lived a book can be makes it slow going indeed.

Currently reading Best American Short Stories of 2005 (I know, I know, I’m behind.)