I come from a family of storytellers.
Years ago, I half-jokingly promised my young daughter that one day, I would write her a graphic novel all about my life before she came along.
'Before I Was Your Mother' is that book.
One September day, I did indeed sit down and start writing. All the stories my kids had known and loved - as well as those they'd been too young to hear - came rolling out. For ten days, I wrote feverishly, and then . . . I was done.
What began as an offhanded jest, a love letter to my own kids, wove its way through tragedy, absurdity, madness, art, failure, and triumph to become the story of an era, of queer community, and of the eternal battle to make sense of life...as told by one who survived.
It's told in vignettes - short stories - each of which could stand alone at any storytellers' circle. All together, they build the arc of a life. And as storytellers do, it's told with drama, candor, humor, and, just maybe . . . wisdom.
So, one day I wrote a book. Who knew that was the easy part? I've been published before - two books way back in the dark ages. But I reemerged as a writer and storyteller in a very changed landscape than the one I had known.
I have friends in the business of books, so I reached out for advice: how do I go about making this a published book? Their responses were encouraging, but their advice made my head spin. Research "comps"? Write a 20-60 page proposal? With charts? Apparently no one just reads a manuscript. But I'm determined - and I've decided to chronicle my quest and invite you all along.
Do you enjoy listening to stories? Cool! I periodically post what I call "Story Time" videos to TikTok and Instagram Reels. Find the first one here:
My brother and I are poised on the second-floor window sill. We are supposed to be napping, but we've just seen the Bat Signal - we are needed. It's simple enough: we have to escape our confines by springing from the window, and rescue the girl. We're just having a brief discussion about whether Batman or Robin should go first.
It's at this fortuitous moment that Dad enters the room. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? You were NOT planning to jump out that window! Get away from there!"
Robin pulls his leg back inside and we stand limply, feeling ridiculous that Batman and Robin can be so easily thwarted.
"Stay. Right. There", Dad says. "I'm going to be right back - do NOT move."
He nearly sprints from the room and returns a moment later carrying an egg. He steps over to the window. "I'm going to show you what would happen if you were to jump out that window."
He's got us curious. "Pretend this is your head" he says, holding up the egg.
Most definitely curious.
He leans slightly over the sill. We crowd closer and peer down. Immediately below, a row of peonies hugs the house, and next to them, a narrow concrete walkway. Dad looks at each of us and, satisfied that he has our attention, releases the egg.
We watch it fall. It strikes a peony, whose leaves cradle it with a gentle bounce before delicately depositing it on the sidewalk. It does not break. We all look at it expectantly for just a moment, then Craig and I turn our bemusement to our dad.
"Okay, but both of you are heavier than an egg and so…so…gravity would cause you to fall further from the house, and hit the sidewalk." he blusters, his ears pink. "Your heads would crack open and your brains would be all over the concrete and... and... and...I don't want to clean that up!"
We turn to watch him as he leaves the room. "Go outside and play."
Want to follow along for more excerpts, updates about my quest to publish the book, sneak peeks at illustrations, random kvetching, and more? Go to my blog - and sign up to be notified of new chapter releases
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