It is a story of love and grief, addiction and redemption, set in both NYC’s Upper West Side and in the red rock desert of Moab, Utah.
Seventeen-year-old Luke lives and works at the Moonflower Motel in Moab, having fled New York City where his father Frank drowns his sorrows after the death of Luke’s mother. Back in New York, eighteen-year-old Ava meets Frank at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. When these lost souls converge in Moab, what happens transforms them all.
A little light reading, huh? I've had a hard time coming up with a tag line for the book, because I haven't wanted to give anything away! But if I keep it all a mystery, then why would anyone want to read it?
I didn't set out to write a YA novel, but this is where I have found my voice. Originally, the story was just about Luke and his father Frank, told from each of their points of view. When Ava appeared out of the blue, I knew that I had to make room for her. It was one of those moments in the creative process that writers (well, I'll speak for myself!) live for, because she didn't come from my conscious mind. (Unconscious? Super conscious?) Okay, yeah. I'll cop to feeling a bit mystical about the whole process, but for all of the mysticism, it has been incredibly hard work. I have become a huge fan of the "shitty" first draft and an even bigger fan of the revision process. Editing is an art in itself!
That's all for now. I have to start thinking about cooking dinner for my family!