I’ve been underestimated for most of my life in one way or another, but mostly because of my blonde hair, outgoing & cheerful personality, and my ability to laugh at myself and not take life too seriously.
So many friends and fans have been anxiously awaiting my book baby. Nobody has waiting longer than me. It had to be the right time, and I had to be in the right place and frame of mind to do it right.
If nothing else, I hope that is your takeaway from this book that I have birthed. And it was a birth, both in the creation of a physical object, and a renewing of spirit.
While it was fun, I had to battle that bitchy, mean girl voice inside my head. You know her, right? She tells you that you are too fat, too ugly, too uptight, too…everything! But the truth is, dear readers, is that this book is my story, pieces of me that even those closest to me are not aware of.
While I do not remember the rape itself (I was drugged and banged up), the trauma I experienced at the hands of my abortionist and his assistant, has resulted in life-long consequences.
A snapshot of a budding romance during my nineteenth summer, it was unexpected and raw – a friendship set on fire. But like things that catch fire, they burn out eventually. We made it a good year before ashes set in.
Once in a while, when you least expect it, you make a connection that catapults you to the next step in your journey. And if you are lucky, that one new connection will lead you to another, then another, and so on. As an author, there is no greater gift than being seen and heard, especially by another author.