What passes for the website of Patrick Shawn Bagley, writer of crime fiction, horror and good ol' weird shit.
"You know what? The bastard blows me out of the water. This guy writes Maine like Ardai writes New York. If you're not reading him, you don't know what you're missing." --Chris F. Holm, author of The Big Reap, The Wrong Goodbye and Dead Harvest. "Bagley's got the poet's eye, but that doesn't mean everything is prettier in his work. It means the ugly stuff is more vivid. More intense. Like a sudden switch from analog to HD. And that's a trait to very much admire in his work." --Anthony Neil Smith, author of Hogdoggin', Yellow Medicine, The Drummer and Psychosomatic.
For the first time in four years, I have submitted the
manuscript of that novel to a publisher. I didn’t think I’d ever send it
anywhere again. In fact, I once swore that I wouldn’t.
But now that I’ve had enough time away from Bitter Water
Blues, away from the well-meant but misguided influence of my former agent, I’m
in love with it again. The writing of Bitter Water Blues took up five years of
my life. That was just the first draft.
Then came my own grueling revision process. Then came my
agent’s ideas for revision, every time the manuscript got rejected. Seven
rejections? Seven re-writes based on each editor’s comments, until the novel
was morphed into a thriller. Now, I have nothing against thrillers or those who
write them, but I’m not a thriller writer. It just ain’t me.
Bitter Water Blues was conceived as a “down-and-dirty crime
novel,” to quote James Patrick Kelly, one of my amazing mentors. Turning it
into a thriller was painful. No, it was fucking traumatic. My agent was good at
what she did, but she had no understanding of noir.
My panic attacks started around that time, the long autumn
of 2009. Coincidence?
And seven rejections? Seven?
As no less an authority than John Connolly told me, seven
rejections is nothing. His first novel racked up enough rejection slips to
deforest the Amazon basin before it was finally published. So, after venting to
Scott Wolven, David Anthony Durham and Jim Kelly, I parted ways with my agent. Yes,
I’m dropping a lot of names here, but there a lot of writers for whose
assistance and advice I will be forever grateful.
Not long after that, I put Bitter Water Blues into a file
and told myself it was time to move on to something else. Five years of writing
and two years of re-writing had soured me on that particular novel. I consigned
it to “trunk novel” status. I had too many new ideas.
For various reasons, one of which concerns the state of my
mental health, I wrote almost nothing from 2009 to 2014. There were a lot of
starts and stops with nothing ever getting finished.
Lately, though, inspiration has returned. Both of my
daughters are compulsive writers. I see them writing almost every day and it
gives me a much-needed push. I’ve also gotten some words of support from Chris
F. Holm, Michaela Roessner and John Florio—writers for whom I have tremendous
I’m writing again. I’m working on a horror/crime novel. The
process is slow, painful and frustrating, but it still feels good.
So, it’s back out there.
I opened up Bitter Water Blues—my Bitter Water Blues, not
the Franken-novel it became—a couple of days ago and started reading. Guess
what? I’m in love with it again. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine.
And it’s back out there. I submitted it to a small press
that specializes in dark crime fiction. Noir is best served by small press. I
love small press. I used to work for a small press. Small press is where I
always thought Bitter Water Blues belonged. It should never have been submitted
to Little, Brown or Scribner’s. Scribner's, for fuck's sake!
What happens next?
Acceptance or rejection, that’s what happens next.
Beyond that, I have no fucking idea. We’ll just have to turn
the pages together.
Patrick Shawn Bagley's stories of rural mayhem have appeared in Crimespree, Spinetingler, Thrilling Detective, The Iconoclast and the Bleak House Books anthology Uncage Me (edited by Jen Jordan). He was a founding editor of The Lineup: Poems on Crime, and has an MFA from the University of Southern Maine/Stonecoast. Bagley lives and writes on a dead-end dirt road in a one-stoplight town.
Most of PSB's stories take place in the fictional town of Wesserunsett, Maine. Wesserunsett is an Abenaki word meaning "bitter water place," hence the blog title.
Bagley works for a non-profit agency supporting adults with cognitive disabilities. He supervises two homes and is a certified Mandt instructor and Adult Protective Services Agency Investigator.
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