I'd like to thank Elisa for hosting me on her web page, and including me and my partner in her book, Days of Love: Celebrating LGBT History One Story at a Time. She put a lot of time and love into the book, and it shows!
Today I'd like to write about inspiration, specifically the inspiration that drove me to write my most recent book, Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law, available from Wilde City Press at all e-book retailers, and coming soon in paperback!
This book has been a part of my life for a very, very long time. I started writing it when I was just out of college and still living at home with my parents. I love mysteries, and I love humor, and I'd been reading a lot of mysteries around that time, but they were dark and edgy and had very little humor in them. I thought back then, why can’t a mystery be funny, too?
Around that time both of my parents retired and wanted to travel more, so I lived at home rent free and took care of the house on my own for a majority of the year. When they were home, we got along fine, we were all pretty easy going. I had never been very close with my father, he'd always been very focused on work, which led to health problems for him, and an early retirement, which took him some time to get used to.
But once he realized they could live comfortably on his pension, social security, and the investments they’d made over the years, my parents were more relaxed. My father and I talked more, and he laughed more often. I enjoyed talking with them, even though I depended on them for everything at that time, like before, but on a more adult level. I was working, but not enough to be able to afford a place of my own.
I came out to them while I lived there. They were emotional about it, and concerned for me—AIDS was the big headline of the day back then—but we dealt with it. And I really learned to appreciate my parents. I understood the sacrifices they had had to make to raise three children and send us all to college, and I appreciated the budgeting and saving they had done to be able to retire and enjoy themselves.
Somewhere along the way, my father developed a few quirks. And those quirks breathed life into a major character in my book Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law, the main character's father, Everly. Now, Everly isn't a spitting image/carbon copy of my father, but I did give him a few of my father's quirks. And now, decades later, four years after my father passed away and I eulogized him on my 45th birthday, I cannot help but think of him as I read through the book during edits. Everly isn't as much like my father as I remembered, but he's similar enough to make me smile, maybe chuckle, and sometimes shake my head. And, every now and then, I looked out the window at the sky, gray and cloudy or blue and sunny, and say, "Oh, Dad. If only you could have read this."
So, if you're looking for a wacky, twisty mystery filled with fun characters, and a lot of heart, you might want to check out my book Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law. Here's a blurb and short excerpt. Now, go hug someone who cares about you very much.
Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law by Hank Edwards
Publisher: Wilde City Press (August 4, 2014)
Amazon Kindle: Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law
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Alan Baxter barely scrapes by working as a deejay in suburban Detroit. To make ends meet, he takes a job as an automobile repossession agent, and discovers his very first assignment is a car owned by his drug dealer ex-boyfriend. On top of that, a body is discovered in the trunk…by a cop. Soon Alan’s life is completely upturned as he is pulled into a mystery involving more bodies, a highly lethal new street drug, a mysterious man with a top hat and cane, raging dwarves, a house fire, a cranky police detective, and his crankier cat!
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Now, I follow my dad up and down grocery aisles until he has moved all his coupons for this store from one mysterious section of his binder to another. We get in line behind a group of old men wearing three-piece suits, and my father strikes up a conversation with them, introducing me. I shake hands with each of the men, careful not to squeeze too hard and grind their arthritic joints together.
“What a good son you are,” one of them says. “What does your wife think of you taking your father shopping?”
“Oh, he’s not married,” my father jumps in, and I feel my cheeks start to burn.
“Dad …” I say in a low, warning tone.
“Alan isn’t allowed to marry whom he wishes to, because he’s gay.”
The men in their suits blink at him for a moment then blink at me before they turn their backs on us and murmur to each other in thick, wet whispers.
I sigh and glare at him. “Why do you insist on doing that?”
“What? I should be ashamed of you and hide it? Love is love.”
“Not that, the fact that you have to blurt it out every time you introduce me,” I reply. “It’s embarrassing.”
He points a finger at me, his expression suddenly so serious I pull back my head as if about to be struck. “Don’t ever be embarrassed about who you are. You are a great man, and I want everyone to know that.”
“Bully for you,” the woman in the next lane snarls. “Nobody cares.”
My father waves her off and smiles at me. It is an unnerving smile, a shark’s smile. “You should never be ashamed to be who you want to be. The hell with the rest of them.”
“Yeah, that’s nice and all, but you don’t have to shove it in people’s faces, Dad,” I say as we shuffle forward in line. The men in front of us fumble their goods onto the conveyor belt, and my father watches their antics with a smile.
“Ah, the more they hear about it and see it, the more accepted it becomes,” he replies.
“I don’t want to see none of that gay sex,” one of the suited men says. “It’s not natural. Marriage is one man and one woman.”
“Oh God,” I moan and rest my forehead on the cart handle, wishing I could fade away.
“Tell that to the Mormons,” my father snaps. He continues to pontificate to the men who pontificate back, and soon seniors from other checkout lanes join in the debate until the manager comes up and asks my father to please keep quiet. I shrug at the manager, someone we now know by first name as this has happened several times before, and he shakes his head as he walks off, leaving the chastised senior shoppers grumbling quietly behind him.
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