Waiting for Karl Rove is irreverent, politically incorrect satire masquerading as road trip memoir. Think Thelma and Louise—only Thelma’s menopausal, Louise is an erratic big-mouth with a penchant for discussing her hemorrhoids, and they’re on a road trip to wrestle an apology from Karl Rove by any means necessary (available at Amazon.com for $14.99).
We self-published this controversial, non-PC work of humor because Beelzebub is driving the gravy train we call big publishing at the moment. Rather than stoking the engine room with coal, he’s tossing in shelter puppies and the virginity of pre-pubescent girls, lighting a bonfire sans intégrité under all our asses. It’s just easier to give someone like Heidi Montag, or that disingenuous James Frey a publishing contract than take a risk on risk-taking new authors.
There's a reason agents are as irritable as Dick Cheney’s bowels after a bucket of greasy chicken. It is because they constantly see very talented writers passed over for those who have written the newest vampire tome about angst ridden teens, not to mention former Vice-Presidential candidates from Alaska who have little to say but a huge platform from which to spew it. Until we’ve got Young Republicans and the entire NRA creaming in their skivvies for a signed copy of our latest book, we’re forced to come up with provocative ways to pimp our precious selves. (Alliteration, suck it!)
Who are we?
Kat Nove is a native Texan who loathes cowboy boots and would rather insert a colony of fire ants into her ear canal than listen to country western music. Her last wish is to have her ashes placed in the gas tank of her ex-husband’s most expensive vehicle. Both Westley Weasel: Private Dick and Global Swarming, co-written with Greg Crites, are available at veinarmor.com. You can bitch at her on her blog: http://katnovian.com
Jeni Decker lives on a farm in rural Michigan with her husband, two autistic sons, some chickens, the occasional pig, her dog, and an albino frog named Humbert Humbert. She has two books coming out in the fall of 2011; her memoir I Wish I Were Engulfed in Flames (Skyhorse Publishing), and Far From Happy, (PD Publishing). You can find her blatantly exploiting her children and their antics for her own literary benefit on her blog: