If, while browsing around this blog (and why wouldn’t you be, really?) you happen to come upon some reference to Henry Clark or a novel called Iced Out, or possibly some links to chapters that, uh, don’t go anywhere… that’s because I changed my mind. (On that note–for a really fun time, try explaining the word “prerogative” to the kids in your life. And seriously, you can’t just start singing that Bobby Brown song because they won’t know what the hell you’re talking about.)
Anyway, I was posting chapters up here, a couple people were reading them, yada yada. Then I took them down. (See: Preogative, above) I’m now finished (yay!) with the novel, working on the editing with the amazing people over at critiquecircle.com, and shortly–goal April Fools Day 2009– I’ll be entering the dreaded query wars. (This is the war between the writer and the agents who have default responses of “no” and you must make them say “yes.” They want to say yes, they really do, but mostly they can’t because mostly we’re all way worse writers than we think we are.)
Since I had all these posts with references to this novel, I figured, well, here’s the explanation… here’s the fast story:
Henry Clark has been trying to go straight for ten years. He figures that ought to count for something.
When a light-brained friend lucks into an easy score and tries to drag Henry back into his old life, nothing could tempt Henry less. Well, nothing except a wanna-be mafioso with a few well-placed threats, a busted slate roof and an empty savings account, and a militant homeowners’ association president with a vicious attack terrier. And then, there’s a girl. Isn’t there always a girl? But this one only looked innocent from the outside.
Going straight has never been so complicated.
And here’s Chapter One
