Surfin’ in a Hurricane

Scotty X.

The tenth Scotty book.

I cannot believe I am writing my tenth Scotty book–the series that wasn’t supposed to be a series, then turned into a trilogy, and here we are on the tenth volume. I started writing the first book when we moved back to New Orleans in August of 2001, and here I am, nearly twenty-four years later, writing another one. I never dreamed this series would last this long, would continue to draw readers (or keep the ones I had), and do so well for me. ¹

I’ve told the story of how I came up with the idea for him many times before (sometimes I wonder how much that story has adapted and changed over the years), but basically I had the idea for the story of Bourbon Street Blues first; one year Paul and I had managed to get the prime balcony spots at the Parade to look out over the Southern Decadence crowd one afternoon and I saw one of the dancers from the night before trying to make his way through the crowd in his cut-off sweatpants and string-strapped tank top, carrying his bag of “dance wear,” and not having much luck, as he kept getting stopped and touched and flirted with when the poor guy was just trying to get to work. It was mildly amusing, and then I wondered about how hard it would be to try to get away from someone trying to harm you in such a crowd, and then it became about the dancer trying to get away from the crowd, and I actually scribbled it down on a cocktail napkin, which I put in my wallet and found, a few days later. I did open a document and type up the note and some other thoughts and ideas, but I never thought anything would ever come of “Decadence stripper thriller,” but it was always there in my files. Every so often I would come across it, and think, I really do need to do something with that. I had already written a short story called “Bourbon Street Blues,” which had nothing to do with the stripper (although it actually was the seed from which Death Drop sprouted from–so yes, the moral of this overarching story is never throw any ideas or thoughts away because they will come in handy someday.

And isn’t this cover magnificent?

This title was actually originally the title I was going to use for Scotty IV (which ultimately became Vieux Carré Voodoo)–only back then it was Hurricane Party Hustle, and it was supposed to be set during an evacuation; I wanted to do something Man in the Iron Mask-ish, with the boys being hired by a gay man who was disfigured by having acid thrown in his face, to find out where his attacker–scion of a wealthy and powerful local family–has escaped to, and if the family was lying about not having any contact with him–and the whole thing would take place during an evacuation for a hurricane that didn’t come here; which was my primary experience with hurricanes at the time, and I always thought it was kind of an interesting and surreal thing to experience. There would also not be a lot of cops around during that time, either, which could make it even more fun and interesting.

Scotty III was delayed for a year because of personal problems and issues, but I finally turned in Mardi Gras Mambo a year and four months late; I also included the proposal for the fourth book, Hurricane Party Hustle, which I intended to be Scotty’s last hurrah. I would tie up all the hanging threads from Scotty III and bring the series to its natural close, at which point I was going to do something different; I was also planning on ending the Chanse series after one more book. I decided I was going to go back to school and get my master’s in creative writing, and maybe even a PhD. I got all of that set into motion, but within a couple of weeks, Katrina came along and blew up the lives of everyone in its path, and obviously, I couldn’t write a hurricane book for Scotty after the catastrophic failure of the federally built and maintained levees. I certainly couldn’t write anything funny. After a few years had passed, I decided hurricanes were not something I should write about², and came up with another idea for Scotty–the movie star lookalike book, which I thought could be absolutely hilarious. But time had passed, and the publisher didn’t think Scotty had an audience anymore, so they passed on it. (I eventually used that for a Chanse book, only he didn’t look like the movie star, it was someone else.)

And every time I finish writing a Scotty, I’m never sure if I am going to write another. I never say never to him, though, the way I did with Chanse; I’ll always write Scotty if there is a way to make it interesting for the readers and challenging for me. I don’t want to write them by rote (which is where I felt I was going with Chanse), and so, yeah, as long as fun ideas that are challenging keep coming to me, I’ll keep going. I never want to get bored writing him, you know what I mean? That’s just not any fun. I decided to write this one as a challenge to myself and I am having a lot of fun with it.

And I changed the title from party to season; and have it take place during an actual hurricane in the city. Party just seemed too frivolous, and I don’t to give anyone that wrong idea.

I’ll let you know when it’s up for preorder, Constant Reader, and thank you for always reading him.

1. I also just remembered that my first friend, as a child, was named Scotty. Interesting. He was the first friend, come to think of it, who decided not to be my friend one day and never spoke to me again without me ever knowing why. Hmmm. ↩︎
2. I dealt with Katrina and its aftermath, as well as another hurricane evacuation, in the Chanse series, which I did finally end in the teens. ↩︎