I don’t always wrap things up neatly; I just write what’s on my mind. This blog has been me, thinking out loud, the sound of someone trying to figure out how to say something true.
The book is a memoir, told the way memory works, or the way my memory works at least. It’s not a clean chronological order, not with all the answers, but in fragments and flashes of brutal honesty that’ has not been easy to put on a paper or say out loud.
It starts in 1996, in a music history class, when a kid who hadn’t slept for three days finally crashed. And it ends somewhere around right now, in a house full of noise and people and a life that took the longest possible route to arrive. In between, the places I’ve never really talked about until now, a lot of ground is covered.
Loss that doesn’t announce itself before it arrives. Fourteen years in a fog. Divorce, courtrooms, kids, jail, and the slow, unglamorous business of learning to be a person again.
I’ve completed the book at this point and writing it was one of the harder and more rewarding things I’ve ever done. Since I do not wish to repeat myself, you can read more about that process here : Fragmented
You can find it on Amazon here
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