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A Celebration and a Mourning

26 Nov

IMG_5811Yesterday, Chuck and I celebrated the publication of Stroke Happens by gathering with some friends for a book signing at a local tavern—where we met, actually. About 15 or so people showed up with their copies, which Chuck and I signed. I also had everyone sign our copy. Everyone had fun, some musician friends played, and I felt very grateful and humbled by the support. After getting home, my neighbor Lisa came over and we had a few more drinks and sat around the outdoor fire.

But what goes up must come down. At some point, an emotional storm erupted in me. I suppose it was about the past trauma of post-stroke life; but also anxiety about the future. I am petrified I won’t be able to continue to afford living as we have. I’m unemployed and in debt. Two tooth extractions—I haven’t even gotten new teeth but have two gaps where my back molars should be, one on each side—and a replaced HVAC system have put a serious dent in the finances. I struggle monthly to make ends meet and wonder how long I can continue, even as I hope for salvation in the form of a full-time job. (Or huge book sales.)

Normally I practice the teachings of Buddha, about letting go—of past regrets, future worries—but sometimes I am unable to do so. Last night was one of those times. I’m still working on it this morning. Or maybe I should say this mourning, because I am in this situation because of a loss—the loss of the man I married, who was my partner and who could at times take care of me when I needed it, as in today. Now I have to take care of myself, as well as of him. I’m doing the best I can, but it doesn’t always feel like it’s good enough.

Celebration and mourning. One coin, two sides.

 

 

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Coming Soon

25 Oct

After a long hiatus during which I have been engaged in various endeavors, I have decided to turn my attention back to Stroke Happens: A Caretaker’s Memoir, which chronicles the story of my husband’s stroke and my transformation into his caretaker. I am preparing the final draft to publish on Amazon within the next month, after recently realizing that I still want to share our story.

I took a long break from Stroke Happens after I finished the last draft and started trying to find a publisher. I queried at least 30; each time, I got a form rejection letter or no response. Finally, some nice editor actually took the time to write and tell me that, in all likelihood, no one would look at it unless I had a literary agent. I wondered, then, “Why do these publishers have submission guidelines on their websites if they weren’t even going to look at submissions?” (I still don’t have an answer.)

I had grown so frustrated by that time that I put down Stroke Happens and began exploring other creative (and money-making) avenues. I have been growing my dog-training business; writing a series of articles for South Carolina Wildlife Federation; working as a part-time writer for Clemson University; and, of course, continuing to care for my husband.

Although I have always had reservations about self-publishing, I realized I have nothing to prove, having already had a book published: The Chattooga River: A Natural and Cultural History (The History Press 2013, which can be purchased on Amazon). I started revising, yet again, and plan to have it up by November 22.

Stroke Happens will describe the journey of my husband and myself after he suffered a massive stroke in 2007, at the age of 56, and how we coped with the challenges that followed. I hope anyone who reads this blog, especially if you have been affected by stroke, will read it. It is a story of hope, recovery, acceptance, love, friendship, and much more.

Until then, I will be posting on this blog whenever time permits. Stay tuned for further developments! And thank you for reading.

Stroke Happens?

6 Feb

 

I’ve just completed what I hope is the final draft of my manuscript of Stroke Happens: A Caretaker’s Story, which differs greatly from the first attempt. A former professor has looked at it and thinks it’s ready for a publisher and/or literary agent. I’ve submitted it, in this and a former version, to dozens of publishers and either received rejections or no answer. I’ve registered for a writer’s conference in Atlanta, where I will have 15 minutes with a publisher, who will look at the first few chapters; and an agent, who will read my proposal. I’ve blogging again and I plan to create a Facebook page to publicize it. Still, I have more to do! I need to write articles and give presentations and/or interviews, all a part of building a platform. I didn’t know it was going to be this much work, or I might not have started. But that’s not true. When I began writing Stroke Happens, the words gushed out of me; I had no choice. I started writing and didn’t stop for three months. Every day, I sat feverishly in front of the computer and tip-tapped away at the keys until I had about 30,000 words. Then no publisher wanted it, so I filed it away.

Three years later, and a move back to Pendleton, I get an offer to write a different book. I wasn’t as intimidated as I might have been, since I already had written 30,000 words and knew about how long it would take and that I could do it. So now I have a book, The Chattooga River: A Natural and Cultural History. I thought it might impress someone in the publishing world. No.

I never thought I’d say this, but I hope Stroke Happens.

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