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+ Here’s an excerpt of the first IM chat.

+ A longer excerpt is available at Smashwords.

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Summary of EyeLeash, A Blog/IM Novel:

Jade Ashton is a sassy virgin. In her private blog, she vents about “fitting in” a world where superficiality reigns supreme.

Suddenly all logic flies out the window when she meets Novan: the former geek, who’s morphed into a delicious songwriter-musician.

They decide to be “friends-with-benefits”. But it’s Novan, with his poems and riddling passages on his own blog — which *isn’t private* — that backs out.

EyeLeash captures self-discovery in the 2000s, and showcases the colorful, intricate drama in two youths’ relentless search for themselves — and what’s really in their hearts.

ISBN: 978-1-4486-1598-8

Genre: Coming of Age / Dating & Sex / New Media / Popular Culture

Why EyeLeash is Written This Way :

It’s written in a blog/IM format to appeal to a tech-savvy target audience. I don’t mean to sound condescending, but I find the current blog/IM books lacking in authenticity. I have thus written EyeLeash with ‘uncensored expression’ — I believe this gives depth to the characters and their story.

I wouldn’t call my book counter-culture, neither would I consider it mainstream. It straddles both. It’s for young adults, as well as readers interested in digital fiction (I elaborate more on new media in this post).

EyeLeash is my response to the way sex is portrayed in commercial culture, (where it is frequently trivialized and objectified). It’s also the result of a conspiracy of real-life events [which taught me that true love is more than just a pretty face and/or hot bod ;)].

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Excerpt of EyeLeash [first 5 pages — the first page is an e-mail] :

From: -¤ Jade AshtoN ™ ¤- (jade@pinkstar.net)
Sent: Sunday, September 17, 2006 8:36:23 PM
To: [novan] (nc-17@hotmale.com)
Subject: for you
Attachment: EyeLeash.doc (1,998KB)

Hey Novan :) I was thinking abt what you said. Since you asked for it, I’m sending you a copy of my personal blog. I know I said I didn’t blog, but I do — just that it’s a private one. So it’s very personal. Rants raves and everything else.

I guess you’ll learn quite a lot about me, so it’s quite a big risk I’m taking. I mean I understand if you never want to speak to me or see my face again after this. But if anything’s going to happen, this is what/who I really am…so if I don’t hear from you, I’ll know it was a mistake.

I’d just like to request that you respect my privacy and not let anyone else know about this blog of mine. I believe I can trust you with that. All said, attachment is with this e-mail.

xoxo
Jade.

P.S: I stole your poem’s titles for the attachment. Hope you don’t mind.

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[January]

Just-Another-Weblog
Monday, January 2, 2006 – 11.11am

OhLook-ImSoLoved.com is evil. I think I have to spend more time with my real-life friendships. Simple as that.

Writing online testimonials and comments for people is stupid.

No one being able to figure out that “you’re” is different from “your” is stupid.

Blogging awful poetry, daily events nobody really cares about, or ceaselessly complaining/rambling on the same old things, is stupid.

Now I blog too, but this is a private one. Unsearchable on Google, and password-enabled. So it’s just me. I can be as boring and mundane as I like, talk to myself if everyone online has the (Away) or (Busy) sign on, and not worry about stepping on anybody’s toes.

Let’s see what I’ll record here over this year.

Live XXX Free
Thursday, January 5, 2006 – 12.55am

Lia, Darcy and Ayumi were here earlier. We spent three hours visiting some porn sites with horrific color schemes and cheesy music.

Lia: “We should be going down on each other. Now.”

LOL. We haven’t (yet). But on Xmas Eve, when we snuck into Climax for our virgin clubbing experience, so many people thought we were a bunch of lesbians coz we looked “soooo close!”

We were dancing tight circles around each other coz there was no space. Whatever. Catholic school girls are either lesbians or little ho’s.

For better or worse, I’m not into girls. For now at least. Guess I’ll see what happens.

I wonder about all these porn girls…
With dicks up their vaginas, aren’t they bound to get pregnant sometime/be crawling with STDs/be stretched loose/get bored of it sometime/have unsightly cracked nipples from having them sucked dry?

They don’t even look like they’re *really* enjoying the sex too. All of us agreed they couldn’t be blamed for that.

Update – 2.35am

Well so after I saw all the xxx material, naturally I couldn’t sit still.

Once I had the house to myself, I had a great sex workout. Admired my curves and movements in the mirrors. I was happily fantasizing. That I was hooking up with NOVAN of all people, for the night.

We were in this dark back alley. He had sexy razored hair. A white T-shirt, which was wet coz it was raining slightly. It clung to, and outlined his body. He actually looked nice: a little more muscular than his real-life scrawniness.

Oh man, how I’d LOVE to have a fling. I wonder if he’d agree to a fling if I did go ask him.

Why would I ask him, hmm…

I wonder if he’d agree.
Probably. He’s a guy and we all know the body part guys think with. Ha.
If not immediately, I think I could work him into it.

I feel like calling him out one of these days just to chat, or watch a movie, or just hang out. Been a while since we last talked/met up.

By the way: I think people *should* self-service, and love their own bodies more. It DOES serve a very useful function…

Tuesday, January 10, 2006
9.18pm

My arms look nice. Those Pilates and toning exercises (the dips are HELL) for the biceps and triceps in Gymnut: Obsessed magazine do work.

Did nails this morning, a midnight blue shimmer. Only the last nail on my right hand looks decent. Which means my nail painting has a success rate of 10%.

Last night as I was lying in bed…I seriously wanted a guy. Any guy.

It’s fun and great being single. You’re self-reliant. It gives a “Girl Power” kinda feeling. You can do anything you want without anyone calling to tell you that you can’t, or demanding to know every single detail from clothes worn to location to what you’re eating and who you’re hanging out with.

But it must be bliss to be in love with someone else, and for that someone else to be in love with you. I’m talking about really liking someone. Not just a fuzzy feeling in your chest and being “infatuated”.

Oh, to find this person. I wonder if there’s someone like me out there.

Someone who’s not into mindless sleeping around. Someone who doesn’t want a whore of a girlfriend for other onlooking girls to aspire to be like. Someone who’ll fall in love with me (and I with the person…).

We’d be so completely obsessed with each other. Each time we got together, we’d probably take things off with one smooth perfect love-making session.

I know I’ve high standards. But I’m just being honest.

Lindsay and Friends need Photoshop
Friday, January 13, 2006 – 9.41pm

It was more like “5 grand-aunts” instead of “5 Foxy Babes”. Was chatting with Ayumi. She sent me a link to this funny picture online.

+ayumi+: this is hilarious
¤-Jade-¤: what’s that?
+ayumi+: http://www.ohlook-imsoloved.com/photos/46091420/
+ayumi+: OM<G
+ayumi+: all of them should see my plastic surgeon!

LOL. I know it’s quite mean, but Lindsay had posted this post-clubbing pic of she and her friends with the 5 Foxy Babes caption.

Their make-up was caked. They looked sweaty. Oily. “I think I’m sooo beautiful and what didja say your name was agaaiinn?” kind of dishevelled. UGLY-assed!

Lindsay’s hair in particular was a disaster. In fact her whole look was off. Bright orange lipstick with pine green matte eyeshadow. A sequined (?!) purple top with shapeless black box-like skirt. Maybe she applied everything in the dark.

Hmm, I wonder if people would journal if they didn’t blog. I like the privacy of writing in a blog for YOUR OWN EYES only, heh.

Coz I can write stuff like this:

Lindsay is…a lame excuse of a human being, with bad taste!
Jenny is…a vapid, inane, talentless, insipid, twat of an airhead!
Novan is…a nice guy. Who isn’t Mr. Sartorial.
Lia is smart and sassy. Certified Cool.
Ayumi and Darcy are Certified Cool also.

[ end of excerpt ]

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