Pat Flewwelling
That dark fiction author with the funny name
The Story behind Judge Not
Imagine some guy tells you about that time when a jail was on lock down for weeks, and how he had to make "tea" using yesterday's orange peel and the water from his toilet. Now imagine having to write that out in explicit detail.

Now go back to him and ask him if it's accurate enough.

At some point, it stopped being about editing. I had to make Jonathon Parker relive the worst moments of his life, over, and over, and over, until we had the grammar right.
I'd wanted to pick up some writing and editing contracts on the side, since I was hoping to raise a little extra cash for a house and some other ventures.

One day, I saw a Canadian requesting the novelization of a script. I bid for that contract. I didn't get it.

A few weeks later, I had an email in my inbox, asking if I was still interested in taking on the project. I said, "I can do one better. Give me a piece of the script, and I'll show you what I can do."

So he asked me to agree to non-disclosure (which I did, gladly), and he gave me a scene or two. I wrote out what would later become the first chapter of Judge Not. I didn't have the mood right yet, because I wasn't sure how the rest of the script was going to play out. But he seemed to like my style, especially for a first draft.

A day or two later, he sent me the work of his first contractor, name redacted, and asked me what I thought of it. I told him, in a nutshell, that it was whining, emotional vomit, and if I were a paying reader, I wouldn't make it past page 2. Then I went on to explain why it wouldn't sell.

He hired me on.

Seems appropriate. After all, second chances is what Judge Not​ is all about.
Over the next few months, I would work section by section, converted movie script action and dialogue into something that flowed, that built, that added tension and mood, while staying faithful to the spirit of the story. If I veered too far of course, Jonathon would surely let me know when, where, and why I shouldn't. 

With Jonathon's blessing, I deliberately made it sound like fiction. Why? Because if you don't believe what tell you, and I'm a writer, how can you believe what the news tells you, if they're writers too? More importantly, how can you believe gossip? Above all, even if you believed in gossip, how could you - how could you dare - stand for grown adults - teachers - punishing children for the unproven sins of a father?

Here's the thing: the movie script had been written almost twenty-five years before Jonathon and I virtually met. The reason becomes clear in the book, but it comes down to this: until 2014, Jonathon was bound by law to say not a word. Can you imagine? After being falsely accused by RCMP officers of association with "a criminal" - the victim of racial profiling - Jonathon was bound by a gag order for twenty-five years.

Some small part of me thought that I might end up on some RCMP blacklist, too. But the rest of me figured, if that was the case, how much more important would it be to get the message out there? If it could happen to Jonathon, it could happen to anyone.
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