It’s the first Wednesday of the month (already!) and it’s time for Alex J. Cavanaugh’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group. It’s a safe place throughout the blogosphere where we writers can be completely vulnerable and bi*ch and moan about all that ails us. Please click here to discover some of the other marvelous bloggers that participate every month.
So without further adieu (and with chattering teeth)…
Lately, I recognized something while telling people about my upcoming novel. “It’s a romantic comedy,” I say, as if that somehow devalues it. “And it’s well…more of a comedy. Really light. A quick read,” I say, almost apologetically, as if somewhere, a great American author is turning in their grave at the thought; comedy? But what of litra-ture?
Yes, I write humorous fiction. It’s not something that I even try to do, but sometimes when I write, funny stuff happens. I also write in other genres, but when it comes to my humorous fiction I always feel like I should give people a disclaimer. I’ve felt this way since grad school. “I write funny stuff,” I would say as we went around giving our introductions, shrinking further into my seat and wondering why I just couldn’t write something profound like Toni Morrison. A funny writer? The horror!
So today I’m going to go on record and say that I will never intimate that my novel is anything other than my best effort. And just because it’s humor doesn’t mean it’s less than anything else. Besides, who wants a book that comes with an apology??? A wise woman once said: Ain’t nobody got time for that. And I concur.
Here is the blurb for my upcoming novel, “It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy” (without any apologies! ).
Jazzy secretly wants to get back together with her ex boyfriend, Curtis, so when he calls and reveals that he’s got something important to tell her, she’s got no idea that he’s about to propose—to her first cousin and bitter rival, Mercedes.
The annual family dinner is coming up, and fearing that she will spend the evening seething while Mercedes flaunts her four carat engagement ring in her face, Jazzy asks Reggie, an Adonis she met at the mall, to accompany her. As fate would have it, not only did Reggie and Mercedes used to date; that backstabbing, leopard print wearing cow is still carrying a torch for him! Revenge. It’s never been so sweet.
But falling for Reggie? Holy crap! That wasn’t part of the plan! She’s got enough on her plate as it is with a mother who spies on the neighbors and a sister and best friend with man problems that could land them on Jerry Springer. So when Curtis comes sniffing around again—this time, with an accusation that sends her blood pressure shooting through the roof—the one good nerve that Jazzy’s got left has just about run its course.
It will be released October 15, 2013. Bites nails in 3, 2, 1…