I’ve decided to make an elaborate book trailer for my third Experiment in Terror book, Dead Sky Morning, which was coming out in October. I enlist my good friends to help me. Mollie, who lives and works in LA in film, Kelly who is doing her Masters of Film Studies at UBC, her hubby Alex who would fill in as a grip, my friend Talar who is an actress (and the face of Perry on earlier covers/trailers) and .…
Well, we had Perry. But we didn’t have a Dex. So I put an add out on Craigslist that said this:
Actor needed for short indie film. Two shooting days. Must be 5’8″ and above, willing to grow facial hair. Caucasian, dark eyes and hair. Role is a snarky, manic producer in his early 30’s.
My second reply to this ad, maybe an hour after it went live, was this: I saw your ad. I just moved here from Montreal and this is just the kind of thing I would like to get involved in. I am experienced with performing live with a band for what it is worth, and I have taken acting classes, but a professional actor I am not. I seem to fit the physical description,perhaps we could meet and see if I could be a good fit. I will not attatch my C.V unless being a history in the railway is an asset to you.
And he attached THIS photo. And my heart nearly stopped:
And so I was like, you’re it man. I don’t even care if you can act, you are going in my book trailer. Send me more pictures!
And HE said, “I don’t have many more, but you’ll get a better idea when you see the goods in person.”
So we met. And though I was at the end of nice but fairly unhappy relationship, I met Scott and it was love at first sight. Look. I’m not a romantic. I don’t believe in that kinda shit. Except now I do. Because it happened. I can’t explain it, but the moment I met this man (this bad boy, cocky, tatted man who sings in a band, swoon), I was a goner.
So things got rocky for awhile. For obvious reasons. I wanted to be with Scott and it just didn’t seem possible. I just ended a long-term relationship. He was new in town. He couldn’t really act in the end (LOL!). Almost everyone thought I was crazy for taking a chance on this man I barely knew. But what can I say except that when you KNOW, you fucking know.
So I took the leap. I took the chance. And Scott took the chance on me.
A year and a half later, we’re living together on an island, in a cute house. He’s opening up his own business here (in a week!). I’m writing full-time and just signed a publishing deal. Things are awesome.
We go to the mainland for the weekend to see Soundgarden. The next day, we go get tattoos. I chose an anchor because Perry Palomino gets an anchor tattoo in an upcoming book. Because Scott is MY anchor. Because we bonded over our love of boats and sailing. And Scott decided to get a tattoo to match.
It didn’t matter that yesterday, when it happened, I was a bit hungover from Soundgarden, I had this killer cold/flu illness that was ruining me, and I was still needing to edit my latest book. But hey, we had tattoos now,matching, to anchor us forever (tattoos are permanent ha ha).
And then later, he says to me “Let’s go to Granville Island” and I was like, “NO, I’m sick. You go and I’ll hang around here.” But then his face looked really sad and I was like, “Ok fine I’ll go with you.”
Then my mom calls, sounding really happy, for no reason. But I didn’t think anything of it.
So we go to Granville Island — even though I’m sick as hell and it’s dark and night and cold — and he’s like, lets go for a walk. And I’m like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Torture!
And, still, I don’t think this is odd. I’m so self-absorbed and grumbling to myself about how sick I am and why does he want to go for a walk now. And he’s talking about “let’s go to the spot where we had our first date. You said in an interview that it was your favorite view in the city of Vancouver” (I did say that, HERE). And I’m like, “fiiiiiiiiine.” *coughing up a lung*
So we go to the spot. And he gets down on one knee. And presents me with the beautiful ring of his grandmother, Pat. She had just passed on Xmas Eve, Scott was with her. It was a tough holiday season because of that. She was such a wonderful lady. She and her husband John, had the most wonderful romance until the very end. And John gave the ring to Scott a few days after she passed, to give to me.
I am so touched and honored by this, you have no idea. Not only to become Scott’s wife, but to wear such a beautiful ring (vintage, too, from the 1940’s) that represents real, true love.
Oh, and why did my mom sound so happy when she called? Well, being the very traditional, manly man that Scott is, he called up my father and asked him for permission. He wanted to do it in April, when he could see my dad face to face, but…I guess he couldn’t wait
So that’s my story. In 2009, I wrote a book called Darkhouse, about a passionate, funny and swoony guy called Dex. I never had my Dex at the time but eventually, my real life Dex showed up. And he’s better than ANY fictional character that I could ever create. And I’m very happy to spending the rest of my life with him.