It was a busy weekend. William and Kate were married, bin Laden was killed, and I sold my very first book.
Kathryn posted about it the morning after it happened, and I followed up with my own Facebook post when I returned from Austin, and since then a lot of friends and family have been asking how I found out about the big news.
So in lieu of a full convention report, in which I would undoubtedly leave out something or someone important, I’ve decided it would be more fun to focus on the events of that night. One I will remember for the rest of my life.
For those who didn’t already know, last Thursday I travelled to Austin, Texas, for the World Horror Convention. On Friday night, I attended a party put on by ChiZine Publications in the convention suite. I was with a small group at the time including Simon Strantzas and Gary McMahon. Earlier in the evening, Gary, who I had met at the 2007 World Horror Con in Toronto, had given me some very good advice on the Felix Renn novel I’m currently working on. To show my gratitude, I gave him copies of the first two Felix Renn chapbooks. (This will be important later.)
When we went up to the party, the place was so packed that people were spilling out of the room and into the hallway. Helen Marshall, a managing editor with ChiZine, told us that the readings had just started because the previous group’s party had run long. It was very hot and stuffy up there, and we all agreed to head back to the bar for a drink. Helen told us we should really stick around, but we told her we’d be back shortly.
So we all tromped back down to the bar and had a drink. Not long after, Helen Marshall and Michael Rowe showed up and told us we needed to come upstairs immediately. Wow, I thought, they really want us at this party!
So the group of us headed back up to the con suite. The moment we got out of the elevator, everyone headed down the hall, except for Gary. Turns out he forgot the chapbooks I had given him at the bar. I told him I’d go back and get them for him, and Gary said he’d come with me. So we pressed the call button and waited.
Moments later, Michael Rowe popped back around the corner and asked where the heck were we going? I explained the situation to him and he told me to get my butt into the room. He actually grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the party. And I’m so glad he did.
Brett Savory and Sandra Kasturi, the publishers of ChiZine Publications, were in the middle of announcing their upcoming titles. I recall clapping for them, and then they said, And here’s our latest author, whose collection we just accepted, Ian Rogers! I was still clapping and thinking, Who the hell is Ian Rogers? Then I realized, Hey! That’s me! I waved my hands in the air and I’m pretty sure I hopped up and down a few times. It was an exciting and surreal moment.
The rest of the evening was spent shaking hands with people who congratulated me on my good news, and answering two questions over and over again:
Q. When did you know they had accepted the book?
A. The same time you did!
Q. What’s the book going to be called?
A. I have no freaking idea!
It was true, I had submitted the book to ChiZine with no title. I always figured it was no big deal, titles were easy to come up with. I’d worry about it later, if they accepted the book.
Well, folks, it looks like I better start worrying.