“How come you haven’t written any novels since Deadliest of the Species, Mike?”
I have, actually.
They just suck.
Okay, I’ll rephrase that: they’re far from ready for publication, because with both I decided their execution was off. Way off. So far off that they need to be rewritten from the ground up, and I don’t have time to do that because I started on Powerless, wrote a comic, and worked (or am working) on a handful of smaller prose projects. On top of which I’m thinking Powerless is the best of the three and will make a great follow-up (at last) to Deadliest.
I may still dust them off at some point, but I imagine they’ll remain trunk novels for some time. Hell, maybe they’ll become discoveries after I hit the big time and die early.
Though if that’s the case, I hope my wife and/or executors have the sense to hire a good manuscript doctor to work them over, because they’ll definitely need it.
About Mike Oliveri
Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. His Bram Stoker Award-winning first novel, Deadliest of the Species, was just reprinted by Evileye Books.
