For more than a decade, I’ve been jotting down book ideas (some more promising than others) in a semi-organized Google Doc. In November 2016, I woke up one morning after having a dream about ships, young love, and rebellion and thought, “Fuck it, I’m going for this one.”
The urgency to tell this story filled every spare minute for months. I thought of plotlines at coffee shops as I waited for my tea to cool. I wrote in my phone notepad while I stood in line at Trader Joe’s. I typed on my laptop during hours of flight delays at JFK. And as good as it felt, I was terrified of the vulnerability that came with the ultimate goal of this book — actually publishing it.
Even now as I write this post, I’m thinking about the handful of people who will probably delight in my failure or find humor in my success. I have a scenario created in my head where they’re taking dialogue, descriptions, or (gasp!) a kissing scene out of context, reading the lines aloud, and laughing at what an embarrassingly horrible writer I am. When I mentioned this nightmare scenario to a complete stranger I was sharing lunch with a few months ago, she nonchalantly said, “The fear is greater than the fallout.”
With that in mind, it’s time to put this into the world, press play on Spotify, stress chew a few pieces of gum, and start on my next book. I hope you enjoy it. (And if you don’t, I hope you don’t tell me about it.)
New Wave (The Islands Of Anarchy Book 1)
By Jennifer Ann Shore
When seventeen-year-old Mol is caught committing a crime, she kicks and screams her way into a dull existence of servitude in the Authority, the suffocating patriarchal regime that oversees The Network of Islands. Her penance makes her restless, and she soon finds an outlet to direct her attention — the young Commander who is at the root of her unhappiness.