I’m so glad to be able to say that my new novel, We Are the Weirdos, is now available everywhere. Following are a series of links where you can buy my new book, and otherwise support my art and my existence.
The best place to purchase my novel (i.e. the best place to ensure that most of your cash goes directly to me, and that I’m paid as soon as possible) is through my Etsy shop at schoolformaps.etsy.com. Along with We Are the Weirdos, I have my first non-fiction book, Telegram: A Collection of 27 Issues, my first novel, Ragdoll House, and a whole bunch of zines. While I usually offer Tarot readings as well, I’m currently taking a much-needed hiatus for the rest of the year.
If you can’t afford shipping right now, or otherwise wish to purchase my book elsewhere, We Are the Weirdos is available on Amazon.ca and Amazon.com in paperback and ebook formats. If you buy my book through Amazon, I would very much appreciate it if you wrote a review! Reviews are crucial for making sure the readers who need this book can find it, and are especially important in self-publishing, where our words are significantly less likely to receive the attention, consideration, and support they deserve.
You can also add We Are the Weirdos to your shelf on GoodReads – and again, I encourage you to write a review!
If you’d like to read an excerpt of my novel, I’ve shared the first two chapters here. And if you’d like to read more about its themes, and the process of making the book tangible, Cee Lavery & I interview each other here: Extra Dimensions & Misplaced Shadows.
I wrote this in a previous entry, but I’d like to reiterate it here:
“Speaking of that [the lifelong repercussions of youth incarceration], it’s also not common to find novels about incarceration, and juvenile detention centres and group homes more specifically, so I had very few points of reference for creating this story, aside from my own experiences as a teenager. Being a high school dropout as well as someone who accumulated multiple charges and sentences as a teenager is still, at the age of thirty-one [and thirty-two, and…], something that often makes me feel quite separate from potential queer community/ies and literary community/ies… I wonder where folks like us end up. I know it’s a cliché to say that we write the books we wanna read, we write the books our younger selves were looking for, but that really is what We Are the Weirdos is. Back then, and even now, I found very, very few stories that felt even vaguely representational of what I went through – the way(s) I struggle(d) with alienation, not-belonging, bodies, gender, loneliness, and isolation. I’m still searching for them. I’m still writing them. There were many times when I thought I would die writing this novel, but I didn’t wanna leave an unfinished draft behind.”
P.S.: If you’ve benefited from my writing in any way – if my words have inspired you, helped you feel less alone, or sparked some weird feeling within you; if you’ve felt encouraged, or curious, or comforted – please consider compensating me by offering a donation of any amount. Whether you’ve been reading my writing for years, or just stumbled into me this afternoon, I invite you to help me sustain the process!