This is the story
of a story that bubbled up in my weird little brain a while back and somehow
made it into a Word document in the form of a manuscript called Hula Bula Baby.
An unpublished novel, one that I've been shilling to literary agents for about a year with little to no success.
I like to think
that my expanding list of agent rejections has more to do with the story's
relative strangeness factor, as opposed to my skills as a writer. Not to
mention, the unfamiliarity many agents have with novels populated with oddball
characters -- chief among them, a female private eye with hyperadrenalism, bent on revenge --
all wrapped up in an exotic setting not often found in your local book store,
the gorgeous Big Island of Hawai'i.
In the end, I hope
you like what you see and read here. If not, no worries, brah -- maybe one day
we can meet up in
Mahalo nui loa
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