This week my agent will be sending out my first work of fiction. I actually started it four years ago. This is what I originally wrote when I started the book.
Over the past few years drugs and alcohol took control of my life. It’s a well-worn tale, I know. You stop short on the sidewalk in New York City and ten addicts with the same story will pile into you. This is not one of those stories.
The darkness of my addiction became more than a metaphor to me. And I’d be willing to wager, if such a study could be done, that every drug addict endures a similar experience. The experts in the field of recovery will tell you the shadows you see out of the corner of your eyes, the inexplicable loss of time and memory, the helpless sensation of being led to your inevitable demise by something or someone, are all manifestations of your drug and alcohol abuse. But I would submit that every addict locked by the chains of their addiction would bet their last stash that they’re at the mercy of a power even greater than drugs and alcohol, and, perhaps, even more sinister.
Four years ago it was titled Drug Possession a MemNoir and now it’s a paranormal thriller called Under the Influence. I was the main character and now it’s a 25 year old local from Westhampton Beach. So much has changed over the years I can’t even keep track of all of the drafts. But the biggest thing I’ve learned during this process is that plausibility is a b*tch. The hurdle is so much higher in fiction than non-fiction. If not every box is checked and every i dotted and t crossed before the craziness starts to happen than we’ve lost our readers.
Who knows if we’ll be able to sell it, but I have my fingers crossed.