Available for pre-order

Safe is finally available for pre-order on Amazon, and there are only a few weeks until the official release date!

My plan had always been to have a book launch at the Barnes&Nobel in Stamford. It was supposed to be my equivalent of a wedding—my day. I was going to, for the first time in my life, get my hair and nails done, and possibly change out of my barn clothes. My parents would fly in from North Carolina, and I’d reconnect with those who had perhaps only seen me at my worst. There would be pizza.

Then the pandemic happened, and large gatherings became unsafe. (Very inappropriate for my book title.) So I mourned the loss of my proverbial wedding, but I got over it. After all, if I only wanted a party, I could have skipped writing the book.

What have you lost to the pandemic? Connections…vacations…activities…jobs…lives?

I also miss seeing my therapist in person.

But what have you gained?

I gained my first summer at home, since we did not travel to horse shows. I ran and wrote and played with my bunnies. I gained deeper connections to those around me. I gained not having to go to parties. And who doesn’t like staying six feet apart?

Sometimes, there’s a silver lining—to the pandemic, to pain in general.

Safe is the silver lining to all the years I spent depressed. It wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

Welcome

Welcome to my first blog post, on my first website, for my first book! I appreciate everyone who has stuck around on this long journey, and I appreciate those who are deciding to join me now.

I’ll answer the question asked of me most frequently.

What motivated me to write Safe?

It was never intended to be a book. It started as a therapy exercise. In individuals sections, I was asked to write about specific experiences that affected me greatly. They added up, and my therapist said, hey, this could be a book. About half way through, I could suddenly see a narrative ark, a theme, and a conflicted protagonist. My goal became completing the story.

Once finished, I decided to clean it up a little, with the help of Gotham Writers in NYC. This is when one of the instructors said, hey, you know this is good, you could publish this.

Never one to back down from a challenge, and with no fear of rejection, I spent many months being told no, until Brandylane said yes. Signing the contract was one of the most exciting things I’ve done.

The next year was spent editing. It was far more work than writing the book in the first place. My editor is an amazingly cool person, and also brilliant.

I’m currently beginning promotion, which is not my forte. But I’m trying.

However, my love of writing, the suggestion of a therapist, the encouragement of an instructor, and my fanatic devotion to my goals doesn’t actually answer the real question, which is:

Why would I want my family, friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and total strangers to know about the most personal, embarrassing, and painful aspects of my life?

Because I spent a large part of my life depressed. I spent a long time wanting to be heard, understood, acknowledged, validated, and believed.

Safe said LISTEN.

My therapist did, and it was the most empowering feeling there is. I took it a step further, and now anyone who reads Safe will hear, too.

Perhaps you’ll see yourself in parts of Safe. Perhaps you’ll better understand those you love. Perhaps it will motivate you to speak, and then perhaps you’ll be heard. Or perhaps you’ll just enjoy a damn good story.

For now, it’s my time to retreat into the safe confines of a wonderfully normal, peacefully boring life.

Thanks for listening!