- Can you, for those who don't
know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Of course! My mother taught me to
read at three years old after I deciphered the word “Reception” at the family
doctor’s office. She was very patient and diligent, and by four I was up and
running. Worlds of possibilities opened up to me, and I devoured fiction at an
incredible rate growing up. I had a tumultuous childhood, and reading provided
me with a means of escape from the events around me. I read Treasure Island
twice at five.
At eight, I attempted Frank
Herbert’s Dune, and was extremely frustrated and dismayed to discover concepts
and interactions I couldn’t comprehend. The gist was enough, however, and a
total love of science fiction was the product! Sagan, Asimov, Van Voght,
Bradbury, Rucker and Gibson and their contemporaries, I read them all every
chance I got, and my mind expanded with motivations, reactions, plans,
emotions. Pratchett and Adams gave me humour. Rice gave me passion and the
nature of the beast. I reread Dune at 12 and was pleased to be able to
understand it in its entirety, hanging on every word. Conniving politics,
stranglehold economics, manifesting destiny and plots within plots within
plots.
I was also crazy for films, and
when there was a film based on a book (or a book created from a film) I read
the book then watched the film immediately after, contemplating how well it was
translated, what was shitty, what was great, and of course, how I would have
done it.
At 14 I was sent into state care,
living in group homes and on the streets in St Kilda and Prahran, Melbourne.
Again, reading provided me with an opportunity to escape, but it became less so
as a world of drugs, violence and criminal activity swallowed me up. I was
small for my age at the time, so the lessons of all the lives I had absorbed
from the pages gave me some tools to navigate the relatively dangerous
existence I found myself in. They helped me survive. It also caused me some
problems, let’s face it, you don’t want to be the smart kid in a room full of
junkie deadshits, but more than a few people sought my opinion on certain
things, and a bit of respect is its own coin.
At eighteen they let me go, and,
after realizing in a moment of clarity that I would end up in jail if I
continued my lifestyle, I took off to Perth. I stopped committing crimes. I got
a job, a room in a share house and I learned that I could enjoy my life. I
grew.
I came home to Melbourne a few
years later with the idea that I could write a screenplay about what life in
the youth hostels was like in Melbourne. It took me about four months, a
fictional tale about four boys who sneak out at night to steal a Porsche from a
drug dealer. It was 320 pages. I had no experience in scriptwriting and didn’t
know that 100 pages was too much!
Next stop, film school. I learned
how to treat a script, how to edit, what pace and beat meant, what an arc and a
turning point and a conclusion were. How to direct actors, what to look for in
their performances, how to convey subtext, blah blah blah. I graduated. I was
ready to take on the world!
Fast forward ten years. A
collapsed business, a broken relationship, and my dreams of directing films
seemed a distant memory on the wrong side of depression and self-loathing. I
hadn’t read a book in years. I was up to my eyeballs in drugs and scumbags,
strippers, criminals and a daily practice of desperation survivalism. Sporadic
homelessness was tempered by the windfall of the deal. I didn’t know what to
do. I was lost again.
One day I sat down in my friend’s
living room (I was couchsurfing) and began to type. I spent ten hours bashing
my poor, abused laptop into submission that first day. So many things came out.
The more I wrote, the more a story emerged, a story of a lost, deranged wastrel
who convinces himself he is destined to take over the world. Day after day I
wove this guy’s life, every day more interested and consumed in the project. I
began to plan out three books, and when I was about 140k words in, nearing the
end of the first novel, I began researching how to find a publisher, how to
self publish, and how to promote. For some reason, I convinced myself that I
could game the system, list on Amazon and perform the wily Koontz Maneuver. I planned
to purchase 100k copies of my own work in December on prepaid credit cards and
gift cards, using a VPN to disguise the purchasing locations in order to push
the book into the bestseller’s list, and snaffle up a fair portion of all those
yummy January Amazon gift card coins. Even going straight, I was crooked.
I needed $100-$250k, and I had
800 bucks. So I set to work, grinding out my MO with a fervor, a passion and a
drive that I had never had before. I made connections, introductions, and the
wind fell in earnest. I tried to save every penny, reinvesting instead of
splurging. It worked. I wasn’t supporting my habits, I was supporting a goal!
It all fell in a heap when I was
robbed of $47k at knifepoint in a carpark in Richmond. They also set my car ablaze,
presumably to stop me from following them, or because they were total dicks.
I walked 6km home in a panic,
took the remaining 14 grand I had stashed, but instead of restocking and
redoubling my efforts, I went to the casino. I lasted about two hours before I
was broke. Loser. Idiot. Fucking moron. But I still had a small amount of
product at home. It wasn’t a total clusterfuck.
So I began to inject my drugs to
save money and went crazy instead. Seven weeks later I was in jail, sentenced
to four years incarceration for trafficking, weapons and a host of assorted
stupidities.
I realized in the police cells
that I never actually finished the book. I didn’t even write another word after
I decided to manipulate the system. Stupid!
Yet, jail has its benefits, and
the experience transformed me. I quit smoking. I quit drugs. I got healthy and
fit. I began to read again, and I wrote a screenplay, Vampires on Ice, which
pleased me a lot and helped to heal my self image. After a year I was sent to a
prison farm, which in Australia has no fences except for the cows, and very few
guards. The first day walking the track was an eye opener. I had to grow up and
stop with all my bullshit!
So I wrote a book, a young adult
sci fi under another pen name and it was good! I felt like I had achieved
something, and had taken from my jailers more than they had taken from me. I
wrote three more screenplays before I wrote my second completed novel, Vampire
Joe. Joe took me 20 days of furious typing, and I loved every single keystroke,
I laughed hysterically at the library computer several times a day. I was not
in prison. I was free. Again, books had provided me an escape from the
depressing reality of my existence.
I worked on myself, read self
development books and participated in the prison programs. My mental health
improved drastically. I wrote three more screenplays and another science
fiction book. My path as an author, and a capable one, was beginning to reveal
itself.
I served my time and changed my
whole life. I write books!
Vampire
Joe
by
Jimmie Christo
Genre:
Humorous Urban Fantasy
Do
you even know how much of a pain becoming a vampire is?
All
Joe ever wanted was to shoot up some smack, sit in his apartment,
listen to some Nick Cave and be left the hell alone.
Now
he has to cope with his addictions, his dealer, a new girlfriend,,
the mafia, the cops, his christian minister AND an unquenchable
thirst for human blood.
How
the hell does life get harder AFTER you die!?
Review
from the 28th Annual Writer’s Digest
Self-Published Book Awards:
There
was absolutely nothing conventional about this novel or its author.
The author bio is unique – I’ve never encountered something so
demeaning yet at the same time funny and strangely endearing. And as
for the book? This is a very different take on the vampire theme as
we encounter a no-good, drug-addicted lay-about gain immortality and
bring other equally antisocial undesirables into the fold. You really
want to despise the main character for his attitude, drug abuse,
filthy language, squalid and nasty lifestyle and sexism – I wanted
to hate him on sight, yet the author manages to draw you into his
world and actually start pulling for him. I didn’t even want to
read any more at one point as the excessive use of foul language and
vulgarity seemed gratuitous. But then my eyes and ears have witnessed
much worse, including Trainspotting, and that was a masterpiece. So
the author is a skillful writer in the way he manages to drag you
kicking and screaming into the story and start actually liking and
sympathizing with some of the people. Jimmie Christo is a master at
character development humanizing the most deplorably diabolically
sick characters. I found myself happily reading right through to the
end, tightly clutching my pearls as I eagerly flipped through the
pages. The dialogue is well-written, vulgarities and all, the plot is
face-paced, the cover is striking in its simplicity, and overall a
good read – it’s one I definitely won’t forget!
Born
in Carlton in 1979, Jimmie Christo is an author of the lowest
calibre.
A
criminal since birth (he stole his mother's heart), he grew in the
care of the state until he was 18, whereby said state awarded him the
Keys to the Universe (citation needed) after imparting no life
skills.
He
has literally been using the word literally literally, literally all
his life (figuratively speaking) and is a pain in the arse most of
the time.
He
spent four years in jail for crimes he didn't really commit to,
namely trafficking (We believe the plan was to consume the whole
volume in it's entirety himself, although it was too large an amount
for anyone not completely ravaged by addiction to comprehend as
such), possession, weapons, burglary and being a not very nice
person.
While
incarcerated at Her Majesty's Pleasure, determined to get more out of
them than they took from him, he wrote a whole bunch of books and
movies. Also, he may have changed his outlook on his existence. That
said, he is not returning the Keys.
Vampire
Joe is his first published work, read by eleven people to critical
acclaim. Everyone else who read it said it was vile rubbish.
He
has also written YA sci-fi and children's novels, understandably
under a much nicer alter ego, keeping grown-up stuff like Joe
separate.
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