A good friend of mine finished my book, Boyfriend, a few weeks ago. She offered to read it alooonngg time ago but it took me some time to build up the courage to send it. She is an avid reader (which means she can sniff out crap), and although we have developed a great friendship through our almost four years of knowing each other, we met in my other life. You know, the one were I am stuffy suit who doesn't waste words? But after my final edit, my confidence grew, and I decided to stop being a punk and take her up on her offer. I was still really, really nervous. Even though my book isn't about me, it is a pretty raw reveal into my imagination. My take on pain... heartache... drugs... abuse... and sex.
The book is about a college guy struggling to be a good guy in a relationship when everything around him is tempting him to stray... including his girlfriend's best friend. He is layered. He has a complex, abusive past and unresolved issues with his family. However, the book takes the raw, honest journey with him through it all, and that journey naturally involves... sex.
My friend read the book in less than a week (and cried at the end... she is amazing) and not only did she read it, she provided me with instant text commentary. One night, I was drinking a glass of wine (and chewing my fingernails) when I got a text from her that said (direct quote): This is some seriously hot shit, dude! It makes me feel awkward knowing that you wrote it... It's seriously good! So good I have to try to forget it came from your brain because it kind of dampers the hotness.
Translation: You are a mental whore.
I can't be the only one that blames my muse for naughty things...
Needless to say, the book was an out of box, exhilarating, challenging, fun, emotional and sexy experience. And I will be probably be hiding under my kitchen table when its released (but don't worry, the muse will be at the book signings :-)).
Love and Light,