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Category: Writing and Poetry
Boy MidflightThis will likely be most relevant to those of you who have read or will be reading my new novel Boy Midflight. So I guess that will include both of you. It's okay, you don't have to leave - - oh, you thought this was a Charlie Sheen appreciation society? No, I'm sorry, next blog on your left.
Well, first let me start by saying that my new novel Boy Midflight is not revolutionary, genius, nor does it come with any cool features like pop-ups but it most certainly is brilliant.... in color. Like the cover is really vividly white, almost like those white strips commercials where you think, 'come on, no one's teeth are that white...' but my book cover is. Really, it's that vividly white. And pinky-red for the title. Some would call that fuchsia, not me. I call it pinky-red. Okay, I just looked up FUCHSIA in Webster's Dictionary because I totally thought it was spelled Fuscia, which I realize now almost looks like it should be a fungus or something. Anyway Webster & Co. define fuchsia as reddish purple so now I'm completely confused and evidently color blind. I will promise you one thing that you can take to the bank - the cover of Boy Midflight is most definitely brilliant... in color, whichever colors those may be or how you may choose to define them.
So.... even though my book may not be brilliant on the inside, what it lacks in substance I think it certainly makes up for in revelations about the author's pathology. Like he's crazy. Seriously. Right, that's me, of course. Well here's the thing. I keep telling my therapist that as long as one has at least one foot firmly planted in the realm of self-diagnosis one can't truly be crazy. A little nutty sure but not certifiable... yet. And besides I don't have that therapist anymore. I have a life coach and a healer and they both are convinced I'll be back in alignment within 36-84 more sessions.
Now I realize you're actually more interested in reading my book than my blog so let me tell you a little bit about how that all got started....
A decade ago I was an eighteen-year-old puppy, farm fresh from Saskatchewan, and I decided to follow the Pet Shop Boys' advice to Go West. To be honest I probably would have done anything those white uniformed soldiers in the music video told me to do. I landed in Victoria, which is about as far west in Canada as you can go without falling in the ocean.
I wasn't gay; well, I didn't know it yet. I had some pretty strong opinions about the world and how it worked for having only experienced a postage-stamp-sized plot of land. And I wanted what every kid wants - love.
Strangely, after ten years of globetrotting and educating myself on how in fact I seem to know and comprehend less about the universe and its workings with every passing day, I've returned here to this quiet island. Maybe my mind needed rest, maybe my body called a time out... at any rate I've been living like a quiet hermit for nearly nine months (no I'm not preggers undercover from the tabloids but thank you for thinking I'm that high profile) and the city and its changing seasons have taught me how little I've changed. I still chase love around the world like a puppy chases its tail. But maybe this time I'll sit still long enough for it to catch up with me.
Boy Midflight was written here in Victoria, my first time around. I was a kid who dreamed of being a writer. Reading the words now make me laugh, they make me smile at the rain-drenched memories and occasionally cringe at my naivety. Coming to Victoria now, my 2.0 island experience, I've decided to leave much of the original novel for Boy Midflight as it was. I've cleaned up some grammar, but feel it's an interesting insight into the young storyteller.
Boy Midflight is about a teenager telling a love story. I'd like to dedicate this to him, the eighteen-year-old inside me who didn't even know the wonder the next ten years would bring. I knew he's jumping up and down in his high-top sneakers and Sun-In dyed hair screaming with excitement that the book he wrote has been published.
He's excited. We both are. These are his words...
7:53 AM
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