I must confess that I started writing a novel one day when I was broke and unemployed. My cable had been turned off. I WAS BORED. I longed to use the knowledge I gained in college (but couldn’t yet get a job with) for something. I sat down on my bed and started writing. I had no outline, not even a general plot. But I knew I wanted to write from the perspective of a killer. Everything always follows the cops. Even Dexter, who is a killer (and a fantastically awesome one), is also a freaking cop, of sorts. So I started there. Then I decided I would make her a female serial killer. Next I gave her a reason to kill. She became a sympathetic character, even though she was running around murdering the married men of Philadelphia. I developed a few other characters and a story was born. Eventually I got a part-time job at yet another restaurant (obviously, still not using my college stuff). I found myself writing on receipts and scrap paper behind the bar. Notepads in my pocket held food orders and chapter summaries. I even named one of victims after one of my bar regulars (An annoying, stalker-ish one. Spoiler alert: He dies). One day, I brought in a few printed out chapters. Coworkers read my stuff and genuinely seemed to enjoy it. But I put it to the side. For years.
This year, in 2012, I decided to finish the damn book. I’ve recently decided to self-publish under my own company, Blood Read Press. I’m learning a great deal about the writing and publishing process and loving every second of it. This blog chronicles my journey.
There are stupid blogs. There are random blogs. There are awesome blogs. Only time will tell where mine will fit in. I am writing a novel. My pen name will be Jordanna East, and this is my journey. Hopefully, it’s not stupid. Enjoy and, if you’re not too sick of me, learn more about My Books. Or feel free to contact me at email@example.com.