I'm writing from the future of blogdom, at midnight on New Years Eve, 2006. For those of you planning parties, be aware that Aud Lang Syne falls on Sunday next year. Hooligan revelry may be overshadowed by penance and punishment, especially in America, where puritan values run deep and pious worshippers belt out Sabbath praises.
I've been grinding 80-90 hours a week, trying to get out the word on JUNK, a prohibition satire about a war on junk food. Throughout the writing process I've fought to keep the novel independent, deliberately eschewing corporate support (and control), and maintaining artistic autonomy. This critical choice means I'm dependent on grassroots efforts (this means you) to help this book fly. There's only so much an author and small publisher can do. They may produce a great novel, but the public must still ensure its dissemination.
JUNK is a covert to convert gig, a robust and intoxicating belch in the face of self-righteousness. The characters are absurd archetypes representing the skewed perspectives and moralistic attitudes associated with prohibition policies. JUNK is also a nonpartisan mockery of commonly held assumptions. It appeals to the collective unconscious - after all, everybody eats.
Assuming nothing and making no pretense, I humbly ask... Will you help me prove there really are viable alternatives to corporate publishing houses? Stimulate vigorous political debate about international drug policies. Think outside the confines of the cage. Share some gut-churning laughs. Divest a dime from the drug warriors and mobsters, and drop it in the patched pocket of a renegade writer who in 15 years went from being a teenage runaway, sleeping under bridges and dodging the police to being internationally published and having his first book suppressed by the Drug Enforcement Administration, the media who refused to cover the federal marijuana program, and the bureaucrats who ran Uncle Sam's Marijuana Garden but didn't want people to know about it (see previous posts for further explanation and exploration).
Please post a blog blurb or review the novel, share it with your friends (and enemies), pass it around like a peace pipe. Become an affiliate with my publisher ENC Press, and earn residual income on every book ordered through your site. If you're an independent artist, I'll be happy to swap links, play cerebral ping-pong, whatever. Just let me know.
You won't find JUNK in your McBookstore for a while, so don't bother looking. The first edition is available at select independent outlets, and online directly from ENC Press, a company that understands the fine art of tipping sacred cows while dodging the patties.
The vast majority of books published in 2004 sold less than 1000 copies, and many authors who don't appeal to the broadest audience (or pander to the lowest common denominator) simply can't afford to keep writing. This dynamic confines and drains the marketplace of ideas, centralizing political control over what you read (and think). At a time when libraries battle federal officials to protect your civil liberties, DEA officials covertly influence literature (see blog below), and mainstream media pundits are more beholden than ever to a synergistic conglomeration of government and corporate interests, your support is critical.
I hope you enjoy JUNK in good health - or else...
Happy New Year,