It`s almost here!
Please don’t mind the post title but. . .
It has been awhile since I’ve done anything with this site other than letting it sit idle & letting WP collect on the revenue of my name – to which I’m not complaining. Thank You, WordPress!
So, what has Devlin been doing in the last 4 years?
Well, really nothing worth bragging about considering that I still don’t have an Agent and that I resorted to self-publishing and becoming Indie. The last I recall I was querying a standalone novel called “Growing up Trafficked” to which was renamed “HUSH” – a controversial story about a 14-year-old girl forced into prostitution by the people she trusted which has now grown into a 13 book series with a projection of two more [series’] to follow – to lit Agents. Out of the 64 Agents/Agencies I queried, 2 showed interest and 1 requested that I, and I quote that Agent: ‘Tone down the parable of the story’ which I already did prior to querying. So, long story short, HUSH never gained representation however, it did gain a sizable audience and was ranked as a #1 Best-Seller for 2 ½ years straight, topping off at about 70K copies sold in its first 3 years; since then, I have lost count. As for the rest of the Series, it’s holding up.
Aside from trying to avoid surfing the COVID-19 wave I’ve taken up refuge in front of ABC News Live, Prime, HBO Go, Netflix, Hulu and Disney+ and have put my mind to use in laundry, cleaning, and cooking and my eyes to additional reading and envying all the new traditionally published book releases only because my book(s) should be included amongst those with many Indie’s – I assume – feeling the same.
I think it’s time to end this rant here. . .bulk collection is in front of my house collecting bulk trash to which I don’t have, and I haven’t seen my cat – the Persian snob – anywhere in the last couple of hours. Time to go look for her but after I submit another Query to my latest novel to replace the rejected one I received this morning.
You all stay safe out there. Make good choices!
you packed a suitcase
slipped a flower in your hair
and turned to say ‘good bye’
without so much as a tear in your eye.
but I must’ve been
the most heartbroken man
you had ever seen.
I guess it was in that moment
when you, too, realized
that you didn’t have to be
so goddamn mean.