as it is to admit, I was in a bad slump.I hadn't completed a new novel
in four years. Oh sure, I'd started several projects, some of which I
think were/are pretty good. But I'd only get so far into them and then
hit a brick wall. I just couldn't push myself beyond that point, and
then I'd lose interest in them and give up.
I needed something that would sustain my interest, something that would
keep me going. Something, in short, that was so much fun I'd keep on
going because I didn't want to stop.
Quiet Post was my answer. I
love comedy, I love surrealism, I love
making people laugh with offbeat humor. I grew up loving the Oz books
and graduated to Discworld, and have started doing post-graduate study
in Jasper Fforde's bizarre alternatives to sanity. I'm not as witty as
Terry Pratchett or as twisted as Fforde, but I think my Quasiverse (the
first syllables pronounced as in, "You kwazy wabbit!") will offer
readers some chuckles along the way.
The heroine is Martia Rosenthal, a normally sane and competent young
woman who is thoroughly depressed at the end of a bad love affair. To
jolt herself out of her funk, she signs up for a term of service in the
Quasiverse, a place where anything can happen and often does. Martia
will find her patience, as well as her sanity, tested.
Though Martia is the book's
central character, I think the show is stolen by a lady whom some
call Bright, who appears briefly in the Prolog and then doesn't show up
again until midway through the novel. Once she does, I believe she'll
steal the show--like Gene Wilder in Willy
Wonka and the Chocolate
This is a thoroughly silly book. It has no meaning, no message, no
reason for existence other than pure entertainment and enjoyment. If
anything serious accidentally slipped in, I deeply apologize.