At age 16 I sent my very first submission to Esquire. It elicited a call-back from a sub-editor, and a two-page single-spaced response from Rust Hills, the editor, who explained that he wanted to publish it but simply could not due to my age. I was 32 before Marion Zimmer Bradley published my first story, (I am discounting a long string of erotica to pay bills). Also wasted from age 16 ’til now trying to force what I write into genre. Now I realize how futile that has been. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be 64 before one of my non-erotic novels is published. Of course, submitting them would go a long way toward that goal, wouldn’t it? Or arranging for Kindle and Nook to publish my own stuff as laid out and presented by my own publishing imprint.
Check out samples on this site, and keep an eye out for my imprint, Ficta Mystica books, coming soon.
