Sunday, January 27, 2013
New Broom(stick) in Town!
Hey y’all! Welcome back to Flowers on the Fence Country. Today one of my best cyber buddies visits to celebrate the release last week of Tex, The Witch Boy. Tex is in high school. And I don’t know about y’all, but if somebody told me I had to go through high school again, I’d run screamin’ to the nearest insane asylum. ‘Cause the first time just about drove me crazy. I wouldn’t survive a repeat. And I’m thinkin’ Tex’s experience isn’t all that much better, am I right?
Hi Gail! And thanks for allowing me to visit and talk a little bit about my book Tex, The Witch Boy.
Richard “Tex” McKenna, a high school sophomore, faces these challenges every day. Really he just wants to survive high school along with his small, but loyal, group of friends. But Tex has got bigger issues going on. He’s learned he’s a witch. Not even a warlock or something cool like that. He’s a bonafide witch. Now you’d think witchcraft powers might make his high school life easier. You’d think wrong!
Sort of a supernatural trouble magnet, Tex finds himself deep in mystery and danger when someone starts murdering the high school bullies. The sadistic vice-principal, the police, and fellow students believe Tex is involved. He has no choice but to use his new-found witch powers to uncover the murderer. Before the murderer targets Tex and his friends.
Whew. And you thought your high school days were tough?
Tex, The Witch Boy began life based upon a handful of bullying incidents that happened to either me or a friend of mine in high school. They were a particularly cruel and violent bunch. Sadly, bullying hasn’t changed since my tenure in the hells of high school. My daughter recently finished high school and supplied me with updated tales of bullying. I wrote the book to try and reach bullied teens. I want to let them know there’s hope and to hang in there.
And there’s nothing wrong with finding a sympathetic adult and telling him what’s going on.
So I guess you can say Tex, The Witch Boy is kinda, sorta a true story. Except for the witchcraft and serial killer aspects, of course! It’s a murder mystery, suspense thriller, comedy-drama, romance, lightly paranormal whatsit.
Here’s Tex now. I’m going to let him tell you about the first time he met his friend Olivia…
I’d only known Olivia since the start of our sophomore year, but already she was one of the few people I could honestly call a friend. One week after school started, a short girl wearing a beat-up jean jacket, a Clash T-shirt, and a streak of orange adorning the long black hair hanging over one of her eyes burst into speech class. She carried a folded-up piece of paper and a sense of excitement about her.
After Miss Swanson studied the paper, she announced, “Class, this is Olivia Furman. She’s a new student here, so please make her feel welcome. Olivia, go sit over by Richard.” Since I was short on friends and “school cred,” several seats were free next to me.
Once Miss Swanson assigned the latest group project (which I always hated, since I felt like the overweight kid, always chosen last in gym class), Olivia turned to me and said, “Okay, what’s the deal with that Hastings Nazi?” Arville Hastings was the notoriously scary, hard-ass vice-principal of our beloved school. Right then, I knew Olivia was someone I wanted to know and have in my corner.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I just came from that jerk’s office.” Her one visible eye lit up. “He spent forty-five minutes telling me I needed to stay away from the stoners, the slackers, and the freaks, and if I wanted to make it, I should dress more appropriately and get to know people like the cheerleaders and the football team and…” Olivia had been listing off every notation with her bejeweled fingers. She was so out of breath with indignation, it took her a minute to stop and notice I was laughing. Suddenly, she burst into a loud guffaw, attracting the irate attention of Miss Swanson.
“Is there something funny about our group project, Richard?” Miss Swanson asked.
“No, sorry. We’re just trying to come up with a topic for our group speech.” I leaned in closer to Olivia and said quietly, “Welcome to sophomore year of ‘Nazi High.’ I’m Tex, by the way.”
“I thought your name was Richard.”
“Well, I suppose technically, it is. But Richard’s such a stupid name, and I’ve learned the nickname for Richard is something far worse…”
Olivia stared at me until she realized what I meant and bellowed out another donkey-laugh. With lightning speed, Miss Swanson stood over our huddled heads, arms akimbo, attempting to intimidate us into silence.
“Do you have a topic for your group speech, yet?” Miss Swanson barely kept her anger simmering under the surface of her matronly manner.
“Yes,” screamed Olivia, “teenage anarchy!” And with that, we both did our worst at stifling the rush of exploding laughter. We also knew a friendship was forged from the fires of speech class. Literally saved by the classroom bell, Olivia was spared another visit to her new friend, Arville Hastings. The fates were kind to us that day.
Tex, The Witch Boy: http://www.amazon.com/Tex-The-Witch-Boy-ebook/dp/B00B3U5OWU/ref=la_B00B419X5C_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358833062&sr=1-1