There’s a lot of double and triple meaning in A Beast Requires, mostly because I’m twisted like that, but also because I so strongly believe in the power of words. There is one that will always stand out to me, as it towers over the fountain plaza outside the constabulary.
Why a flying pig?
They’re my spirit animal. Ok, sure it’s a little bit because I grew up in Cincinnati. I know, right? Queer kid growing up in the concrete sprawls of John Boehner country? No wonder I escaped the moment I had the chance.
See, when I was a kid I loved writing. Loved it more than anything in the world. Problem was, I couldn’t write for shit. My words, they made no sense. Letters were backwards, the spacing was off, and I couldn’t form sentences to save my life. So you can imagine the responses of my parents and my teachers when I told them I wanted to be a writer.
I’ll write a book when pigs fly.
It’s taken me the better part of four years to write A Beast Requires. I’d show people the original draft, but it’d make no sense unless you spoke the secret language of my pencil scratch. The time put in was worth it. I think I’ve managed to write an amazing book, one that I hope will make you laugh, and occasionally scream at Albicon’s poor choices. For those that have backed me, thank you. And for those still considering, I hope you sign on and help make this dream become a reality.
- Jay
