Ye Olde Introduction & Disclaimer

This book has no title. That should indicate something about its unfinished nature. Actually, it’s only missing about 6 chapters or so. I wrote most of it last year while I was in Hawaii and most of the missing chapters are missing because I forgot how to describe Hawaii, which is one of the reasons I’m back here. I’m a slave to my art, what can I say?

Here’s the rundown of the book. For those of you who read my snarky, snarky blogs at Hawaii Five O, Snark-O from last year, I’ve taken those blogs and stretched them into a book, specifically, a chick lit book (I tried writing a collection of travel essays first. Trust me, chick lit was the way to go here). Let me repeat this for the guys though, this is chick lit and it has chick issues. I’m just saying, maybe if you have man parts, you don’t want to read this, and that’s fine. Consider yourself warned though.

So I took my situation at the time (last year law student at Northeastern on last co-op about to graduate and take the bar) and then from there I created a main character, Cassie who is like me, but hopefully is a whole lot more likable than I am (because let’s face it, I’m not really all that likable). I did this because I find it’s always easier for me to write about what I know so using my voice as the main character made sense here. To get Cassie more likable though, I stole a bunch of my favorite character traits from all my ladies: Anna’s brains, Katelyn’s sweetness, Melissa’s sense of humor, Stierman’s hilarity, and a dash of Rose’s shenanigans. So Cassie, while she does have a clearly snarky voice similar to my own, hopefully has some flashes of what I love best about all my friends.

Since this is a chick lit book, I gave Cassie a hunky love interest. I wanna put this out here right here and now: I did not personally fall for an attorney at my old firm (and besides, I like nerds and everyone knows this). I did not violate the golden rule of co-op (for those of you non-huskies, the one rule of co-op was never, ever mix business with pleasure, if you catch my drift, and if you don’t: think harder). Let me repeat, the love interest is fictitious, he’s an amalgam of all the good and bad quirks of attorneys I’ve adored and loathed over the years. In short: Jamie isn’t real. Also, while I’m on the subject of reality, this novel is fiction, which means, if you didn’t read it in one of my blogs and it seems made up, then it probably is (think of this as the James Frey disclaimer). This doesn’t mean I didn’t shamelessly plunder some of you as characters though, so if you find something hits too close to home, shoot me an email, I’ll fix it.

I’m trying this out serial style a la Charles Dickens and more recently, Stephen King. So every couple of days (at least twice a week), I will post a new chapter (the chapters will be consecutive, I promise) It’s my hope to keep you interested, entertained and maybe even get some feedback from you if you so desire, snarky, helpful, or otherwise. You can write whatever you want in the comment box. I’m fairly thick-skinned. Or I’ll just snark on you in the next chapter. Also, if you come up with a title to the book, you get a fun prize from Hawaii.

Happy hunting, my goal is to put the whole book up while I’m here. Let’s hope this isn’t a total atrocity…