Publishing News

Spring 2013 (next year)HORSEBLANKETS will be published, my  collection of 25 short stories about Conservation Officers all around the U.P. There also will be two other short stories, one featuring Grady Service, the other following Lute Bapcat. These may be sold as “singles” in the electronic book world, I don’t know the details. Also next spring: The Snowfly wil be re-published in soft cover, and for the first time ever as an e-book. Also, audio books are coming for Force of Blood, Shadow of the Wolf Tree, and Death Roe. Don’t know dates yet.

And here is a look at the crown fire over on the Duck Lake burn night of May 24. I think I’m finally getting all this e-crap coordinated.
Back soon. I write to you from the Pine Stump Eatery.Over.


Duck Lake Crown Fire, Night of May 24, 2012


The Night-Write Grind

Bed at 2200, up at 0300 to write, the nightly grind.  Yestrday was spent in Noobs (Newberry) dealing with a flat tire, and visits to the ACE Hardware, Duke’s sporting goods (to get  teensy closed- face reels restrung with new 4# test line, Rahilly’s Grocery, refueling both vehicles, lunch, all that. Rain when we got back to the Superior shore, and a lot coller than the 83 in town.  Last night the rain continued. Right now there is a moon to the south anf flashes of lightning to the west. More rain would be good for everthing, lightning not so muc — as the 21,000+ acre Duck Lake fire still has some hotspots. The American Red Cross reputedlly is pulling out Sunday. Intresting story in that vein. Summer lady went into the ARC and told them she’d write a $500 check for the firefighters. What would happen to her check? She was told it would go to the ARC bureaucracy and she said, “Uh uh, not good enough.” She walked over to a local volunteer, asked her name, got it, wrote the check to her and told her “Go cash that and spend the money on the firefighters.” Good for her.

Tonight I continue working on a new novel I call “Liga,” not an actual title but my code for the ms.  Not sure why, but I seem to have clearer thoughts in the middle of the night, especially in the seminal stages of a new book. This isn’t part of the other stuff I’ve done, so no idea what will come of it, but it’s like jumping a track in the woods and following it as far as you are able. It’s about baseball in the way Snowfly was about fishing.  I hear that ome readers are concerned that Grady Service is done. He’s not.  Number 9: Killing A Cold One,is finished and I am giving it yet-another proofreading before sending to my agent Phyllis.  The second Lute Bapcat novel, follow-on to  September’s Red Jacket has been started, and we are awaiting a plan from the publisher on how they want to publish my collection of Woods Cop short stories — the ones I’ve been reading to various audiences around the state since last summer.

Next week, no technical (actual pen-on-paper) writing. Jambe Longue, Shanahan, and I will drive over to Iron County to visit friends and fish for brook rout, but main trip reason is to scout/ visit a site for a book up in southern Houghton County. Fishing’s been pretty funky since we got here: only five smallies (the largest 17″ – taken on a 4 wt). But we’ve been scouting holes and spots for night fishing and dancing with bears  later in summer (Mice.).

And that’s the scoop  from Deer Park, other than this damn blog software may or may not be working again. I’ll bid you good nnight, work another hour and go back to bed. Over

Red Jacket’s First Review

Hi from the Yoop. The June 4th issue of PUBLISHERS WEEKLY carried the first pre-publicstion review of Red Jacket, which comes out Sept 20, 2012. Seen a big bear, 70 eagles and have a 21,000+ acres forest fire 7 miles east of us.  Here’s the review:

Red Jacket


Joseph Heywood. Globe Pequot/Lyons, $24.95


In 1913 Theodore Roosevelt recruits Lute Bapcat to become a game warden on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in Heywood’s absorbing first in a new series. Outsized characters, both real (athlete Geroge Gipp before his Notre Dame fame, union organizer Mother Jones), and fictional (randy businesswoman Jaquelle Frei, Lute’s Russian companion Pinkhus Sergeyevich Zakov) pepper the narrative. Lute’s extensive duties inevitably bring him into conflict between powerful mining companies and their immigrant workforce in Houghton and Keweenaw counties. As a strike looms, ssomeone is orchestrating a campaign to slaughter deer, poison streams, flood animal dens, and cut fruit trees– to deprrive strikers of food sources. Violence is inevitable, and Lute and Pinkhus watch as tragedy unfolds despite their valiant efforts to prove who’s behind the vicious destruction. Fans of Heywood’s Woods Cop novels set on the Upper Peeninsula should welcome this peek at the conservation movement’s foundation. Agent: Phyllis Westburg, Harold Obeer Associates.

Agate picking here today with Jambe Longues bro and wife. Over.