November 4, 2011 by Ray Yanek
One of the things I keep meaning and forgetting to do—no, it’s not wash—is put something in the damn “about” section of this blog.
Had that page been ready, I could have used that as my intro to the new, web based writing community called “Story Dam”.
The ‘about’ section is still blank, so I’m going to introduce myself here and treat it like a general blog post. If I make this feel like a blog rather an “about” me thing, maybe I won’t break out in hives, twitch, wet myself a little, and go in search of strong sedatives.
But anyway, for those who don’t know me, I’m an unpublished writer, a teacher, a father, and a husband.
I had an agent for my novel The Ecstasy of St. Theresa (you can read about the novel here) but things didn’t work. In hindsight, I think parting ways with that agency was for the best though. I wrote a little bit about that (not much) here. I’m currently seeking new representations, so I’m back to the query and wait and drink heavily stage of the game. I’m also trying to figure out how get the changes I’ve made to my gravatar to stick…
Currently, I’m working through the second draft of a new novel I’m thinking of calling That Cool Autumn Breeze. It’s a mystery/crime novel with a psychological bent. I’ve never tried to summarize it before, but I’ll give it a shot here:
Kirk Kilborne, Mark Hrash, Cassady Malley, and Jerry Highsmith were the closest of high school friends. They were inseparable; they were each other’s’ pillar, each other’s strength and balance.
But then, in the Autumn of their final year together, things went so wrong.
Kirk Kilborne, now an English teacher at the same high school he graduated from has not spoken to his friends in years. He has tried to move on from that time, the time that stains his memory with mud and pain and death. On the first day of Spring Break, Kirk receives a call from Mark, a call that plunges Kirk back into the pain of his past and into the murder and betrayal of the present.
Kirk has no choice but to face the fact that what he remembered happening in those cool autumn breezes may not actually have the way things truly were.
That’s vague, I know, but I’m kind of in a rush, because I’m also a teacher. I was conferences all day yesterday, I’m working today, and after school I’m leaving for Millikin University to take a group of students to a Literary Festival at Millikin University. I won’t be back until Sunday.
As the mystery stuff, I’ve also been dabbling in some fantasy short stories and really enjoying them. I’m new at the blogging thing, but am really starting to enjoy it. Please feel free to peruse some of the posts and also to read some of the stories I wrote for Flash Fiction Friday.
Thanks for stopping by, and you can expect to see me at your place soon.
So don’t call the cops when I do show up…