I’m happy tow welcome award-winning writer Gary Morgenstein. Today, Gary shares his creative journey and new release, Jesse’s Girl.
Here’s Gary!
What was your inspiration for this book?
Jesse’s Girl is an emotional thriller – the pace of a thriller with the heart of a family drama – about a single father’s search for his adopted son who’s run away from a substance abuse program. The novel asks the question: How much should a parent sacrifice for their child. In Jesse’s Girl, the answer is: Everything. Jesse’s Girl was originally published in 2009 when my only child was battling addiction. I hoped by fictionalizing his story that would motivate him to get clean. It didn’t work. He never read the book. He passed several yeas later. I put the novel in an emotional vault until a friend read it and insisted I revisit the story. So I did a number of drafts and brought out this new edition.
What is the best part of being an author? The worst?
Oh the best part of being an author is touching someone with your story. There’s nothing quite like that. I’m also a playwright so I have that opportunity live in a theater. But when someone has read your book, is moved and reaches out well, that makes it all worthwhile. Marketing is the worst part.
Describe your writing space.
After many years in the corporate world, I love my office, which is a recliner chair where I prop my laptop on my lap while my beloved pug, my muse, sleeps on the other side, inspiring me with his snores.
Which authors have inspired you?
I’m pretty old school, so we’re talking Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Philip Roth and Philip K. Dick.
What is your favorite quote?
Perfect can’t be the enemy of good. I believe it was Voltaire.
If you had a superpower, what would it be?
Making everyone laugh ten times a day.
Besides writing and reading, what are some of your hobbies?
I practice yoga four days a week, read voraciously and love movies (not a big fan of contemporary films for the most part).
Any advice for aspiring writers?
Don’t think writing is easy. It’s hard work. Be prepared to edit. And don’t give your writing to lots of people for input. You’ll get too many different opinions. Rely on what’s in your heart and those characters running around in your head.
What are you working on next?
I’m writing and obsessing on a new novel, contemporary, a love story. Ssh. I can’t say more because then I’d have to…
Blurb
Teddy Mentor finally thought his troubled teenage son was safe. No more drugs. No more police. No more fear. Only guilt. Then came the midnight call from the wilderness program. Jesse had run away.
But what can Teddy do? Risk his shaky job and head to Montana to search for Jesse? Let the authorities handle this. They know what they’re doing. That’s why Teddy sent Jesse away. Because he already failed. No. Teddy can’t jeopardize what little he has left for the adopted son who said Teddy wasn’t his real father. But Teddy is a parent. A single parent. And Jesse is all he has left.
The novel asks the question how much should a parent sacrifice for their child? In Jesse’s Girl, the answer is: Everything.
Book Excerpt
Ever since he’d received the call in the middle of the night that Molly had died, Teddy Mentor had moved the phone away from the end table by the bed. Here in this bedroom, once theirs, then hers, now his, it sat on a pea- green marble table just beneath the window. Even across the room, six feet away, the phone still jolted him. On the second ring, he stiffened like some zombie coming to life.
It was about Jesse. It was one of his dealers calling about money. It was a desk sergeant. It was the morgue. On the third ring, he remembered: Jesse was safe. Let it ring. He had no one else to lose.
He stumbled toward the phone and stubbed his toe on the end table. Down he went to one knee. At fifty-four, stubbing your toe was like being shot. He scowled at the digital clock that he’d also moved so he wouldn’t count the sleep lost, the hours ticking off into the ozone, never to be retrieved.
Slamming down the clock because, of course, that was to blame, Teddy grimaced and answered the phone on the fifth ring. One-eighteen and he had to pee for the second time that night.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely.
A faint crackle like a connection from space hummed, followed by a cheerful voice with a Western tinge.
“Hello Mr. Mentor, this is Paul Jennings at the Mountain Wilderness Center.”
Teddy flinched. Oh no.
“I’m so sorry to bother you so late.”
“What happened?”
“Well sir – ” Paul hesitated. “We had a little incident with Jesse last night.”
He closed his eyes, as if that’d help. “Is he okay?”
“Nothing like that. He wasn’t hurt or anything.” Pause. “He left the premises during the night.”
Teddy rubbed his eyes hard, trying to wake up because this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be when the nightmare started ending. But from the window came the smell of bagged garbage drifting up the courtyard two floors below, carried on a warm late July breeze, so he knew it wasn’t a dream; it was real and it sucked. “Great. Why?”
“We don’t know for sure.”
“Did you try asking him?” Teddy couldn’t remember if Paul was the fat one with glasses or the thin one with a red beard. He had only seen their pictures from the staff page on the website.
“Well that’s the rub, sir.” Paul cleared his throat. “Jesse hasn’t returned yet.”
Teddy sat cross-legged on the floor and wished he hadn’t quit smoking. “How long has he been gone?”
“We’re not really sure, sir.”
“What the hell do you mean? I just paid you ten grand and you lose my son after two weeks?”
“I understand you’re upset.”
“That’s one word for it.” How late was the mini-mart on Seventh Street open? He could get cigarettes there. “He disappears in the middle of the night, and you just discovered that now?”
“Oh no, sir,” Paul chuckled, eager to deliver reassuring news. “We saw he was no longer in the cabin around seven this morning when the residents gathered for breakfast. He’d tucked a pillow under his blanket, darn old-fashioned trick but seemed to work…”
“He’s a clever boy,” Teddy said. Here we go again. Here we go again.
“That’s one word for it,” Paul answered slowly. Right. Paul was the fat one — Teddy remembered now. “One of his roommates contacted the tech on duty and we then set out looking for him. The group just returned a few minutes ago, and that’s when I called you.”
“So where do you guess he is?” His armpits were drenched.
“That’s the good news. Nearest town is Morton, that’s more than twenty-two miles away. Twenty-two point three, actually, sir. So it’s unlikely he would’ve made it that far.”
“He could’ve hitched a ride.”
“Folks around here know better than to pick up one of our kids. We’ve got the sheriff on this; he’s sent out an alert. Not many places for Jesse to hide, doubt he had any food. He’ll come back hungry and thirsty. They usually do.”
“Or he won’t because he’s hurt.”
Paul chuckled again. “I don’t think so, sir. Like I said, this happens sometimes. Kids get anxious, frightened, and think running away is an option.”
“But you don’t know for sure he’s okay. You don’t know for sure where he is.” Teddy’s lower back ached. He wanted to lie down and close his eyes and make it all go away.
Paul’s voice hardened slightly. “We know these kids, sir. Just wanted to give you a shout and let you know not to worry.”
“You don’t think I’m going to worry that my sixteen-year-old son is missing somewhere in the middle of Montana?” Teddy shouted.
“Sir, it sounds far worse than it is.”
“Silly me for over-reacting.” Teddy’s chest tightened. “When will you call me back?”
“When we find him, sir.”
“When do you think that will be?”
“Hard to say.”
“Few hours, few days, few weeks, what’s the standard time frame when you misplace an adolescent?”
“Is none. Don’t worry. We’ll find him. Just hang tight and stay in touch.”
Teddy sat there for a moment, his head throbbing. Damn you, Jesse, he muttered. Damn you for doing this. For saying screw you, Dad, once again.
– Excerpted from Jesse’s Girl by Gary Morgenstein. Reprinted with permission.
About the Author
The novels and plays of the award-winning writer Gary Morgenstein have been featured in national media from the New York Times, Entertainment Weekly, New York Post and Sports Illustrated to NPR and Fox News.
Including Jesse’s Girl, Morgenstein’s seven novels include the critically acclaimed trilogy The Dark Depths comprised of A Mound Over Hell, A Fastball for Freedom and A Dugout to Peace, which begins in 2098 after America and the West have lost World War Three to the Islamic Empire and baseball begins its final season at Amazon Stadium.
Morgenstein’s stage dramas, which have been performed all over the country, include A Black and White Cookie, A Tomato Can’t Grow in the Bronx, Dancing on Glass, Walking Charlie, The Silence of Our Friends and the bi-partisan political satire AOC and the Untold Story of the 2028 Election.
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What was your inspiration for this book?
