What a fucking year.

This time last year I had just put Feast up for free to download, and have since received half a dozen rejection letters from agents, each citing that they don’t represent novellas. Feeling that it is cursed by its size, I’ve put that away for now until I either meet the right agent or revisit it to make it shorter or expanded to a full novel.

I finished Wouldn’t Be Seen Dead; 88,888 words of violence and intrigue that I’m exceedingly proud of. That’s in need of another draft, but not yet. I’m not far enough away from it yet to come back to it with an unbiased eye.

Dirty Eyes is staying exactly where it is until I can afford Angela Slater’s fees.

The House Always Wins is, at this point, far too bleak and heartbreaking to be written. A silver lining or entirely different ending needs to be discovered before I can dive into that, but will still be the lowest life and the highest tech I’ve ever written.

Instead, I will be working on my most exciting project, Kill The King. It comes directly after Wouldn’t Be Seen Dead (chronologically about six months after) and will focus on two pairs of professionals navigating a very different professional landscape – often at odds with each other – against the backdrop of raging fires and riots.

Writing aside, it’s actually been a great year. I’m safe, prosperous, loved, happy, and optimistic. Hope everyone has a great 2021, look after each other. Love you all.

Matt