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What happens when your only human contact is a total stranger with a pineapple vape and no sense of boundaries?
You write Until Further Notice.
This book wasn’t planned. It emerged the way a lot of things did during lockdown—messy, improvised, born out of isolation and a desperate need to connect. I wrote it because I needed a way to laugh while everything was falling apart. I needed a story that could hold both chaos and quiet, both fear and absurdity. I needed something human. Until Further Notice became that something.
The Story: A Quarantine Rom-Com That Actually Gets It
Set during the early days of the pandemic, Until Further Notice follows Isaac and Jack—two very different men stuck in the same apartment thanks to a public health order that’s turned everyone’s life into a lockdown survival game. Isaac is a walking spreadsheet of anxiety, structure, and sanitary wipes. Jack is… not.
“You must be Isaac. I’m Jack. Welcome to the… experience.”
That first meeting? It doesn’t go well. Jack vapes weed out of a pineapple. Isaac contemplates murder. Or eviction. Or both.
“Are you vaping weed from a pineapple?”
“It’s a vape, man. And yeah, it’s a pineapple. Adds to the ambiance. You look like you could use some ambiance. Or maybe a Xanax. No offense, but I’m sensing a very strong ‘fight or flight’ vibe from you already.”
And yet somehow, in the tension and weirdness and accidental vulnerability, something starts to shift. Their no-contact rule gets a little blurrier. Their banter gets warmer. And what starts as a hostile standoff softens—slowly, awkwardly—into something that might be… care.
Why I Wrote It
Because the world felt like it was ending, and this story reminded me it wasn’t.
Because grief and absurdity were happening at the same time, and we didn’t know how to hold both.
Because love doesn’t always arrive dressed as romance. Sometimes it shows up in sweatpants with Cheeto dust on its fingers, offering you half a sandwich and a hand sanitizer bottle shaped like a cartoon koala.
And because I’ve been Isaac. And I’ve been Jack. And maybe you have too.
“No, I’m just… assessing the structural integrity of my new life.”
“I assure you, my life is perfectly structurally sound. And I don’t do Xanax. Or ambiance. I do order. And cleanliness.”
The Vibe: Messy, Funny, Human
This is a love story that’s as much about survival as it is about attraction. It’s about anxiety, and trauma, and weird coping rituals. It’s about the fear of touch, the craving for it, and what happens when that one person you’re allowed to touch becomes the one person you actually need.
“This lease has a 60-day break clause, right? Because, you know, just in case.”
It’s for anyone who fell apart and had to laugh to keep from shattering.
It’s for anyone who found something beautiful when they were supposed to be breaking.
“Right. Order. Got it. Well, come on in, then, Mr. Order. Don’t want to keep the U-Haul waiting. Unless you’re planning on living in that thing. It’s got a certain… nomadic charm.”
Why It Matters
Because some stories don’t scream their importance. They murmur it through locked doors. They inch their way toward you in cramped apartments, in quiet grace, in the way someone hands you a mug without being asked.
Because Until Further Notice doesn’t try to solve anything. It just offers a moment. A breath. A connection. And sometimes, that’s all we really need.
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This is for the awkward, the anxious, the unexpectedly tender.
This is for you.