All boxed up and ready to go to my first reader. But I don’t yet have her address! I also made copies for Randy and Richard to read at the beach. Both said they wanted to read it.
I worked through a lot of pain, revisited a lot of pain, while writing it. This is one heck of a process. Next step is working on finding a publisher. No easy task because I have to create other documents for this step.
Co-authored by my deceased son, Charles, it includes brilliant rap lyrics from his notebooks I call his “Rap Diaries” that reveal a lot of the “why” of his suicide. So it’s my story (a memoir) and a window into the soul of someone who suffered from depression and addiction and died by suicide.
What an emotional labor of love.