Frustrated by rejections from literary agents, Theodor Lester self-publishes, hoping the world will eventually find value in his work. He never imagines his books might save it, but one does, along with more civilized parts of the galaxy. This is his story.
When Theodore Lester receives an early morning call on a dead phone, he thinks it’s a cruel prank. The caller insists that one of Ted’s books is famous. Ted can only wish this were true. Hidden among the million others published by overlooked authors each year, few readers know his books even exist.
Or so he believes. But people of many species across the galaxy have not only read his book, they credit it for bringing about the downfall of the oppressive Galactic Sovereignty. The alien bug farm who just abducted him wants to be his agent, and he has arranged an interstellar book tour for him. They’ll make a fortune, the alien insists, once they overcome a few obstacles. First, they need to establish Ted’s sapience. They have to prove he’s a person. As a barbarian from an uncivilized world, he’s currently registered as an exotic pet. After that, they need to establish his legal claim to copyright. By default, any written work from a barbarian culture is considered primitive folklore. Anyone can publish it, and many do. And then there’s the matter of the assassins. Not everyone is happy about the Sovereignty’s downfall. Lucrous, the former head of Sovereignty Security, is especially upset. She, along with other felinte supremacists, are engaging in acts of piracy and terrorism to undermine the new Galactic Concordance and reestablish the Sovereignty with Lucrous as Supreme Sovereign. When she discovers that Ted is not only real but is also out and about the galaxy promoting the hated book that helped defeat her beloved Sovereignty, she plans to make an example of him.
OMG! This sounds so amazingly wonderful! It’s exactly the kind of story I’ve been hoping someone would write. When will it be available?
The short answer is, “I don’t know.” The cover shown above, or one like it, is probably what I’ll go with if I publish this one independently. The manuscript of Troubled Space is complete at 107,000 words and is kind of in the same category as Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I sent queries to several agents, and one of them requested I send the full manuscript. That was back in September 2018. I haven’t heard back from her since, even after sending a followup email in February 2019. Now, I’m querying publishers. There aren’t many that will accept submissions directly from authors, and one of the largest says a response can take up to a year. So, sometime in mid 2020 if I give up on them and publish this as an “indie” book, but later if a commercial publisher takes a chance on it. Sorry about that.