I've spent the past twelve months immersed in the world of quantum mechanics, time slips, and ... The Mandela Effect. My new book is call The Mandela Effect. It's about a "down-and-out detective who travels back in time to stop a serial killer before his daughter becomes a victim.” That’s the elevator pitch. Y’know, for when you are in the elevator with an editor from a Big Four (or is it down to Three now?) and you get 10 seconds to impress him/her/them. It’s kinda a BS scenario. I doubt a single fucking author has been signed from an elevator pitch. Maybe. Personally, I think it’s a fantasy. Like the Bible or American Dream. (Oh, relax, I’m a Christian. I just don’t like 99.9 % of them. Love thy neighbor. Ain’t hard.) Anyway, yea, The Mandela Effect drove me a little mad. Writing this novel the doc swapped my diazepam for CBD (my anxiety is horrible) so maybe that played into it. But I tell you, it’s weird, man, being a writer, slipping into different skins. I don’t think a writer can do his/her/their job well unless they take a deep dive. It’s cool if you write about dogs or have stories with happy endings. I, to quote Dead End Follies’ Benoit Lelievre, write about grief. (No, it’s not escapism, but I can be pretty funny at times, if you like your humor dark with a twist of hopelessness and misery [if you don’t laugh, you cry]). I’m telling you, man, if it turns out Jesus or one other guys is right, I won’t be surprised. And if it turns out we’ve been on the back of a turtle hurtling through space and time on this lonely rock, I won’t be surprised either. For a long time I’ve suspected something about this place ain’t on the up and up. This Mandela Effect shit proves it. It’s Smokey THE Bear. I don’t give a fuck what any y’all say. Smoke. Article. Bear. It’s Jiffy Peanut Butter (not Jif). I know how many “f”s go in Oreo Double Stuff. Just like Ed McMahon, that jolly ol’ bastard, delivered giant checks for Publisher’s Cleaning House. Of course, according to history, time, and records, none of this is true. I am not a tin foil solider. And despite how this may sound I do not believe in conspiracies. However … something ain’t write about this place. So yea that’s my new book. Not sure how I’m publishing it. Might need an agent. Or maybe I know enough people in the industry. Not sure. But it’ll see the light of day. Like Blondie says, one way or another…
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