My novel has been released! In print form, at least. We're still finalizing the ebook. Here it is:
Vesper is a scientific-minded young woman living in the kingdom of Malland. When she finds a detached talking penis in the woods, her sheltered life with its wistful fantasies of change explodes into chaos as the penis chases her home, wrecks her sister’s engagement party, and causes a scandal so costly that it results in Vesper’s forced engagement to a wart-faced widower who agrees to pay her family’s debt.It's available in print here, and soon in e-book form.
Vesper flees her engagement, hoping for a reward when she returns the penis to his owner—the royal prince, no less. But she discovers that the penis isn’t the only talking body part flying around the kingdom. People everywhere are falling victim to a magical disease that causes body parts to fall off and animate, and Vesper finds herself fighting an evil plot to create an army of body parts and a society of denial and control, one that deals with all problems by severing them.
*sounds of weak and anticlimactic cheering in background*
I have some vague plans to try to market locally, although I confess very little enthusiasm for the job. I wrote this thing in 2012. Aren't we done with it already?! most of me keeps asking. I have a back burner that's cracking under the weight of objects piled haphazardly atop, some of my favorite projects crushed under the weight of other things that vibrate more urgently with the demands of others.
I've started reading Jean-Paul Sartre's The Family Idiot, Vol. 1, which is supposed to be Sartre's exploration of whether it is possible for us to free ourselves from our cultural conditioning and embrace some transcendental and radical freedom. Ironically, I lost my copy of this when I succumbed to peer pressure and agreed to be an extra for a scene in the movie Wilson. It was one of the most painful days in my entire existence, during which I was treated as an object, given no food or water or bathroom breaks for five hours and counting, and during which someone moved my book and then no one would let me look for it or find it as I was brushed off like a gnat. Realizing that I would actually pay money to leave, I snuck off set unpaid and vowed never to not listen to my intuition again. I was enslaved by my societally-imposed morals and my cultural conditioning--I freed myself in the most furtive of ways. I lost the Family Idiot--but only the process of becoming one.
This is how I've frittered away my days...