(That’s me looking at Vancouver. A lot’s changed in the past couple of years.)
I feel like Ash at the end of Army of Darkness. Like I went into a cave to finish editing my novel and when I came out thousands of years had passed and I was standing in the middle of a post-apocalyptic landscape, holding my manuscript aloft and yelling, “NOOOOOOOOO!!! I EDITED TOO LONG!!!”
And, I mean, that’s mostly true, right? Since 2010, we’ve basically been living in a Road Warrior future where there are constant tribal biker wars over gasoline and Monsanto polices the wasteland in its armored SUVs, firing dented cans of Spaghetti-Os at anyone who speaks out against their agricultural practices.
It’s hard for me to remember what happened before I went into the cave, but a lot’s happened to me since, so let me try to sum it up in non-boring form:
The book editing took an involved and difficult turn.
I spiraled into one of the worst depressions of my life.
Yeah, other things happened (I decided to build a tiny house, I became the building manager of my apartment), but those are the parts of most interest here and now. I’m a little mad at my brain for not keeping the depression in check until after I got my editing done, but my brain is a spiteful little beast that does what it wants and I might as well get pissed off at the passage of time.
HEY, FUCK YOU, TIME! *cough*
Anyway, the editing kind of ground to a halt with a difficult section, but life went on, and eventually I found a hidden reserve of inner strength and resolved to just plough through the goddamn depression and get the book done and guess what—I did. I put my nose to the grindstone and made the nonsensical parts make sense. My friend Lisa (who lives in a nearby city) went on vacation and I hid in her apartment for five days and just clickity-clacked away on my computer, until I could finally type THE END (which I didn’t actually do—I just sprawled on the couch with a couple of cans of cider and just lay there).
And now it’s done. Molotov Hearts, the first HoodieRipper novel, is completed and you’ll get to read it very soon. How soon? Well, it will be serialized here (hoodieripper.com) starting March 30! I’ll be posting a chapter every Friday until it’s done, with illustrations by the talented and amazing Karlene Harvey (I’ll post some teaser pics in the next week or so as soon as I can pry them out of her hands). And if you don’t want to suffer through the wait between chapters, this summer I’ll be launching an IndieGoGo campaign to publish the print version of the book (it’s like Kickstarter, except you don’t need an American bank account to use it). There are a LOT of cool rewards I’ve got lined up for that, and I’ll tell you more about them a little closer to the date.
What’s it about? Well, this:
‘Molotov Hearts’ is the first book in the HoodieRipper series of punk romances. The book follows the life of Jenn McNabb, a teenage girl with a crappy home life and crappy school life who finds the punk scene and discovers through it that she isn’t obligated to be who the world wants her to be—she has the freedom to be who she wants. ‘Molotov Hearts’ features punk houses, punk parties, basement shows, make-out sessions, fist fights and dumpster diving. It’s funny, sad, and is written by a punk for anyone who wants to read a story in the tradition of “girl-meets-boy, girl-joins-a-punk-band, girl-kicks-ass.”
And what’s beyond Molotov Hearts? More stories. So many more stories. I have a plan (like a Cylon), a goal (like Gretzky) and more ideas than I know what to do with, all of which will start after Molotov Hearts is done serializing in late 2012.
So, ball up your jacket, stash it in the corner and get ready to dive into the pit, because this is the year romance learns to love the punk scene despite its better judgment. Get ready.