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in which my diabolical secret is revealed

so many of you have probably seen this mysterious thing i posted earlier today on facebook and twitter: 



there have already been a couple of teasers for an upcoming project and, as a few have already guessed...

it's a brand new book!

it's actually two books in one, because after such a long break [since the publishing of interference, a collection of my short stories], i figured why not go big. well, bigger. a little under three hundred pages, which is still totally manageable, but like i said, if you have trouble concentrating, you can read it in two parts and you won't suffer one bit. 

the book is inventively titled tricky + conversion, because those are the names of the stories it contains.

the first half, tricky, is my very first [and to date very only] novel, telling the story of a young woman who ditches her predictable, conservative life to go in search of the father whose identity has been hidden from her. the story was born from an idea i had while reading an article the mythology of the trickster figure, common in north american lore and embodied in other mythological characters, such as the norse loki. i began to think of how such a figure would be if you knew him [or her] in real life, what the challenges would be in dealing with a human who had those same traits. of course, to find out who is the trickster and who is the tricked, you'll have to read the book!

the second half is the shooting script for conversion, the feature film that dominic and i made. it's a companion piece to the movie [which you can view for just one dollar here], including material we weren't able to shoot and some of my notes from on the filming process. the story of conversion started one night when i was leaving a bar after a dj set. all that occurred to me was that it was late, and i was happy that i had cab fare on me, since otherwise, it might have been difficult getting home. this set me on a cycle of thinking about the strange characters i'd met and adventures i'd had during my years in montreal, as well as the friends i'd been lucky to make. the script [and the film] is a love letter to life in the city and to montreal in particular.

i chose to have these stories published together, because i think that they share a number of common elements. aside from the theme of being "lost" in the city, both are darkly comedic and both are stories about the bonds of love in their different forms. [i think that those of you who enjoyed "an honest day" from interference will appreciate these two new pieces.]

in honour of the inspiration behind tricky, the book will launch on april fools' day and be available exclusively through the more like space online shop. i'll give you more details as the date approaches and i hope that you'll be happy with the end product!

thanks to everyone for your support and well-wishes. it's helped me a great deal in getting this accomplished.

p.s. :: sorry about the lack of world wide wednesdays this week. as you can imagine, this project has been front of mind in the last little while and to top it off, i was unwell yesterday. [cue the violins... -ed.] aside from that, i've also been doing a lot of non-blog writing lately, so hopefully there won't be another five year break between my second and third books!

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