Dave Stukas? Guilty as charged.
I’ve written a lot in my life. For over two decades, as a copywriter in some very impressive ad agencies.
Then I took a decade off.
Then I wrote six comedy-mysteries that were published by Kensington Books:
Someone Killed His Boyfriend (2001)
Going Down for the Count (2002)
Wearing White to the Black Party (2003)
Biceps of Death (2004)
Then I came up with a different comedy-mystery series under the pen name David James: (The Amanda Thorne mysteries):
Three Bedrooms, Two Baths, One Very Dead Corpse (2010)
A No-So Model Home (2012)
And I continue to write. But not mysteries. Science fiction. It’s the one genre where I think I’ve always wanted to be, but somehow never got around to writing. Until now. It’s a genre that frees me to write whatever comes out of my mind–an idea that’s both funny and chilling at the same time.
Just this year (summer 2017), I finished my first science-fiction manuscript which I’m starting to shop around to literary agents who are most likely going to be befuddled when they read it.
“Science fiction and comedy? It can’t be done.”
“Unless you’re Tina Fey or David Sedaris, humor and satire don’t sell.”
“Where’s the sense of hopelessness, the utter despair, the dystopia?”
“No space battles?”
No matter what, I will keep charging ahead. Some people are bound to like it. Worse case scenario, maybe a handful, which suits me fine, because then I can call my book a cult hit.
Besides cycling, high-altitude hiking and reading books, continuing to breathe is a top priority of mine. Writing comes a close second.