Won't Be Silent - A Novel Novel
Looking For A Coach To Get Me To The Finish Line - HELP!
This is a very personal request to my fellow Won’t Be Silencers. I’ve been working on a memoir and sadly lost my editor to the great beyond. I’m three-quarters of the way there. It’s been challenging, but I must slog through—for Estelle—and get to the finish line. I need someone to coach me through the next couple of months.
If you are interested in connecting, please email me.
Peace…ABE
Here are the first two paragraphs of the Introduction to get a gist.
It wasn’t until my teens that I realized how awkward it was to say New Jersey was my home state. The year was 1973; I was short, fat, and four-eyed with no immediate hopes of having a life worth living. At bittersweet sixteen, all I aspired to was to be someone else. Preferably someone famous. By no means was I a candidate for becoming a jet setter, and no foreseeable signs of hobnobbing in the South of France with the lanky Mick Jagger, the groovy Penelope Tree, or the beautiful, haunting Marianne Faithfull. Not from my barely upper middle-class situation, far from that madding crowd.
Sadly, my fate had me nestled atop the Palisades in a perfectly manicured suburban hamlet, just north of the George Washington Bridge, a mere hop, skip, and light-year away from the fierce pulsating beat of Manhattan. So close, yet so far. Somehow the modest, red brick, split-level affair I called home didn’t have the same joie de vivre. Our house was heavier on vivre and lighter on joie. At a young age, I realized I was different than everyone else, which made me want to be someone else! Someone who was not Jewish, taller, blonder, didn’t need glasses, and definitely thinner. Perhaps most notably from somewhere else. Looking like this, I was afraid of becoming the neighborhood joke. Only it wouldn’t have been funny; rather, excruciating. I needed to become someone of note and find purpose. Something’s afoot.
Thank you...It was at an event believe it or not!
Stand sure!