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"Disclaimer: I wanted to write porn. I really did. But you all know about the best-laid plans of mice and men. I guess Isabel blew the sex out with the electricity. So if you're looking for a quick fix to a hard problem, scroll on. Still, I think it's pretty readable, and I'm pretty sure my more discerning readers will catch a whiff of sweat and squalor on these pages. I'm only finished if you tell me with your silence to shut up. So e-mail me your thoughts. I like praise and I treasure objectivity. And flames are better than indifference It's been a few years since I was fifteen, and wise young readers may notice this right away. The rest is as true as all fiction is. "
June 11, 2005
I'm back. Every few months I start to miss Aidan and Billy, start seeing them in shopping malls and in my dreams. The only way I can stay in touch with my boys is to put together another installment – resurrection by fiction, in a way. If you're new to "Fifteen" I'll risk offending you by stating the obvious: begin at the beginning.
Anyway, if my little saga of teens in revolt strikes a chord with you (or even if you just want to tell me not to quit my day job), by all means write. It means a lot to me. And loyal readers will attest that I am extraordinarily dutiful about writing back.