Did you know he trained as a jockey? Did you know he always loved horses? Did you know he left some when he passed, and that his daughters are raising money for their continued upkeep?
Well, his fans know it, and they’re pitching in with projects to benefit the Davy Jones Memorial Equine Foundation in all kindsa ways.
They produced a vegan/vegetarian cookbook (he was vegetarian), WRITTEN IN OUR HEARTS, to which I contributed mucho recipes, even though I am not vegetarian.
Andrea Gilbey has written a children’s book, A HORSE, OF COURSE. She’s working on a companion activity book, which will be a blast!
The other thing I know about is Jerri Keele’s fantasy/mystery/humor/paranormal/romance, A MONKEE ON MY SHOULDER. The main character, who is 27, is suddenly haunted by the ghost of Davy Jones as he looked at about that age. 27, I mean.
Now, when I say this, please don’t think I’m insulting the book, because I’m not: It’s like the best fanfic ever! I’ve read a lot of fanfic in my day, and I’ve even written some, and this book has all the best bits and none of the tiresome ones.
Although Mr. Jones was 66 when he died and first appears to the heroine (Macca) at that age, he quickly changes to match her age. He hangs around, being funny, being irritating, interfering, making life difficult, and also supporting Macca, comforting her, making her laugh, helping her work through her problems and find her strengths. He’s like the best boyfriend ever! He’s too pesty for her to have a troublesome crush on, and too sweet for her not to love, and too old and dead for her to love inappropriately. Perfect!
Dear God, that sounds snarky, but I don’t mean it that way. This book is a refreshing return to sweet giggly innocence, with a goddamn murder mystery at the heart of it to give it some bite.
Yes, the cover is accurate, there is an African Grey parrot in it. Yes, there is a cat in it, although the cat might as well have phoned his appearance in, since he just acted like a real cat and didn’t do much of anything. It takes place in Hawaii, which is awesome in itself.
Did I mention the murder?
AND the book is sanctioned by Mr. Jones’ estate and daughters. The Davy Jones in the book acts the way the real Davy Jones would have acted in that situation, because it’s sanctioned by people who actually knew him in life.
Now, I’m asking you: Is that the perfect fanfic or not? And I’ll tell you the answer: Yes, it is.
I must admit, I thought the sweet, warm kiss toward the end between the 27-year-old woman and the 66-year-old dead guy in the 20-something-looking form was a tad creepy, but that’s just me. I’m the type who would watch a werewolf movie and call it unrealistic because the werewolf ran around all night killing stuff and didn’t get his clothes dirty. The werewolf didn’t get his clothes dirty, are you getting me? Yeah, I’m that guy.
ANYWAY, if you loved Davy Jones, or you love a sweet and funny romance, or you love a cozy mystery set in Hawaii, or you love African Grey parrots, or you love retired racehorses and want to help some out, buy this book! Makes a great gift, too. A MONKEE ON MY SHOULDER
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Who would be in your fanfic? [Note to Jane: Mine would be about Grigori.]