“Drinking the Waters at the Shores of Hell”
is 100% my work.
It took me years, writing bits & pieces, to learn how to sit in front of my story.
More time, to edit it together – proofreading & typesetting each page.
Then, honing the sketch into final art,
becoming my design & covers.
Advance Copies Shipping to Readers!
After reading early printings of my book, reader feedback’s covered “triggered” to “thrilled.” A couple people said they’d laid my book down for a bit, but then, had to know what happened. They were hooked.
We Are Ready for Tough & True
From tabloid press to courtrooms, cultures want to know –
“What really happened?”
While most readers are cheering – loudly – that my book exists, there are holdouts still caught in old-ways coverups.
Persisting
Anticipating a speedy, polished review from my writer friend, I sent out an Advance Copy. Then I waited; six months of silence.
As an established professional, I was confident the writer knew what was at stake. I finally asked – what’s happened? Stunned, to get a point-blank refusal.
“Couldn’t you write something, like – ‘I thought the story was too tough to read, & I couldn’t finish it?’” I queried.
“In Memoir-land, that’s such a juicy take, readers might think I made it up‽”
–Nope!
“Write something nice that people will want to read“ – their last email.
At this stage of my life, is it likely someone can force me to dump my decade of research & editing work, slink meekly into a corner & write a nice story‽
Not today, Satan.
Recipe for a Memoir
- Drafts, drafts; more drafts. Check sources. Draft again.
- Register art and text with the Copyright Office. Learn what the Library of Congress requires.
- Toss in 2020’s global lockdown, forcing me to finish my book between illness, & online therapy sessions to process what I was learning.
- Add learning how to create this very website – a keep-up-won’t-you, work-in-progress, galloping alongside WordPress’ rolling out their own evolution.
- Throw Money at allll these registrations; then,
- Order, mail & track, my beautiful, printed-in-America, book.
Bringing us to Now.
My story cannot die with me.
This is the first time it’s been printed, but copies are everywhere now.
One’s physically filed within the US Copyright Office. Another physical copy’s shelved within yup-it’s-a-real-place – the Library of Congress, in Wash, DC.
This book’s got truth-telling my Mother’d longed to do. She died before she could take ownership of her own story.
I know she’s proud of me.
Last Thing
If I may pay-forward encouragement to other creatives:
Do your thing that’s waiting in your heart. Your Life’s Work.
Get it done while your supporters are still alive to celebrate with you.
A roomful of ghosts ain’t the same.
And Now…
Here’s a tasty chunk carved for you from my book. Unlike a movie trailer, it’s not even remotely all of the exciting parts.
I also screencapped the Table of Contents, so you can see story titles.
Reminder:
This is a Memoir. If you’re raw from your own hurts… Take care o’ you.
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