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Since finishing my latest book, which will most likely be published under a pen name (apologies), I've kind of gone off the grid as I get ready to move towns -- a time-consuming little bump in the road to be sure. ... Soon there will be no more views of redwoods from my office window, which is bittersweet.
Just to give a little glimpse into the madness, here are the songs that, for whatever reason, I had on constant repeat as I was finishing the book.
How I got from Daft Punk to Jimi Hendrix is an enduring mystery of my brain. This latest book was a bit of an experiment in free association, scenes stemming from random thoughts, a song title, a single line of dialog, or a feeling.
More news to come, and for those intrepid souls who are interested in the latest madness (which, to warn you, is oh-so-different than anything I've published before), let me know.
Yesterday, I finished my masterpiece, my magnum opus. Started it Nov. 8, 2008. Finished March 10, 2015. Yes, it took me that long to write, and here's why. I only worked on this particular book when I could write with my eyes closed. Literally fingers to the keyboard, and the book just wrote itself. During the times I actually "tried" to write this book, whatever I wrote sucked.
The end result is my baby. I will state it here for the record: my baby is misshapen, curses too much, drinks too much, fights too much, and is generally a trouble causer. This book is mine. I'm not backing down. I'm not toning it down. This is me with the volume turned ALL THE WAY UP.
It contains the mother of all disclaimers, and if someone neglects to read the giant disclaimer, purchases my book, reads it, and then gets bent out of shape, that is not my problem. Do not mistake me. If I write something and someone doesn't like it, that individual was not supposed to read it, and was certainly not one of the people meant to enjoy it or "get" it. On that note, I would like to think that the people who have landed on my blog are those who enjoy my books. ;-)
Here's my advice: read the disclaimer and then make an adult decision based on the sample and the disclaimer. This particular work is meant for adults, specifically adults who would enjoy reading about: a crazy, imperfect, foul-mouthed narrator who's not afraid to let all her flaws hang out; innumerable f-bombs and generally more cursing than imaginable; chaos; family drama; random flashbacks; a crazy, irreverent rockstar; a hot bodyguard; kidnapping; and sex that does not fade to black.
If you want a book with no sex, violence, or cursing, then you will not enjoy this book. If you're looking for all sex, then 90 percent of this book will disappoint you. Essentially, this book is that crazy cousin who shows up at the wedding drunk, pinches everyone on the *ss, and then remembers nothing the next day.
Nuff said. Details will come for those brave enough to venture into madness.
However, this book really should go under a pen name. It would cut down on the hate mail. We shall see.
After working on my super-secret project on-and-off for six years and counting, I am on a roll. Like a crazy roll. Too awesome for words. This book is so off-the-rails crazy. I love it. Kinda sad it has to go under a pen name, but c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
This book is sooooo different than any of my previous books ... which is not to say that I won't go back to my old haunts. After all, I do have 25K of a paranormal romance, which I've put aside for the moment to work on the roller coaster that has taken over my life.
This is the part I love more than any other -- the writing free-fall. Even if I never publish this book, the thrill of writing it is totally worth it. Writing is my drug of choice, and I am one cranky b*tch without it. Sorry, that would be the narrator of my latest book taking over. Down, girl!
As for the H of this particular masterpiece ... Smokin' hot. Oh, yes.
Author, procrastinator, and expert on randomness