Have you ever read a book where the story is so well written you forget you're reading words? All you feel are the emotions the words evoke and you get lost in the pages.
That's true escapism.
The time is set, the place is lavish in your mind, the action is immediate from the very first sentence, and the characters already feel like they're people you know.
It's a rare book that will allow you to see everything so spot on it reaches out and settles in your mind like a great movies would.
All right, I'll tell you what book I'm reading that has me giving such praise. Mo Hayder's, Skin.
It's a detective thriller set in England, and is the 4th in a series. I came across it in my local library and will have to get the first three as well.
Now, on to the kick in the teeth news I received earlier this week.
On Monday, a frantic phone message from the publisher who did my Eyes of Garnet series asked me to read his email and get back to him ASAP.
I never received an email from him, and I have nothing to say to him unless he wants to talk about royalty payments—of which I've not seen for 14 months. Not a penny from Sightless or Double Vision.
So I emailed him telling him to resend his email and I'll read it and get back to him.
The next day, I received a letter in the mail saying James Rock & Co., Publishing is going bankrupt!
Needless to say, I was pissed to the max. I called him and he immediately told me he had cancelled the bankruptcy claim.
At that point I was still only somewhat relieved because when I asked when I'd receive my royalty check, he said—after promising once again he'd send it within the 30-60 days—he didn't know when he could get MY money to ME. Mind you, he has already taken in the money from the sales of my books, but has chosen to run his business with it instead of sending it to me.
I called my agent and she wasn't all that hopeful I'd ever see it without spending more money than he actually owes me to take some sort of action against him.
Perhaps I should be write a book questioning the sanity of those of us who choose this path...