I could click a button and publish chapter one of White Wedding at any time. I could have done it when I wrote my bitchy "What Would Joe Do? " rant. The early chapters were ready.
When I stopped my reconstruction work on WW, I had reworked half the book. I got frustrated right before the actual wedding chapters, which there are several of. Since my last blog, I fixed the wedding and final chapters. White Wedding is 100% ready to rock.
Now, I'm just being the dickhead moderator I told you about, not taking the two seconds it requires to click on that button. I'm just not willing to make that extra effort of moving my finger a few inches at this time, but I promise it's coming.
When I wrote the last blog, the exercise of getting shit off my mind created room in my head to get back to work. Let me tell you what I've got cooking.
As you may recall, Tina screwed the pooch by procrastinating and putting her fashion start-up ahead of wedding planning, only to learn that her dream venue and the band she coveted were off the market. The wedding must happen before Joe flies to Hawaii to play for the troops at Pearl Harbor, Labor Day week. They have 23 weeks to get married, and it's no small wedding. The September deadline is like the summer of 1984 all over again.
While that's happening, Joe is opening his new Hangar X music venue, financed by his Kraut friends. Some great bands will come through town, like The Fabulous Thunderbirds, The Foo Fighters, and Joe gets to meet some of his favorite people in the business.
When Joe promises to find his fiancée a wedding band, he then screws the pooch so hard that he must scramble to fix his fuck up, all while keeping it a secret from Tina. Joe will eat crow, and then someone he once saved will return the favor.
I have so much packed into 30 chapters, as I always do; you might want to skip parts if my writing requires too much brain bandwidth or bores you with wedding details.
There will be no email blast. I'll post a White Wedding blog here, and chapter one will be live. Let's see how many punk readers stumble across it on their own. Then, maybe five or six chapters in, I'll send the last email using that reader's list.
Chapter one could be tomorrow, except it won't be. Maybe Sunday? Doubtful. My publishing finger is so tired from writing that it needs a break. Maybe it'll start next week, I don't know. You'll have to check in. Once I publish chapter one, there is something you can do to expedite the next part.