How to write and publish a book

I have shared my journey of how to be a widow, so here’s my latest. While I by no means claim to be an expert, by sharing my experience maybe I can encourage someone to tell their story as well.

Last summer I saw a post that read “write a book in 30 days”. The idea of writing a book appealed to me, but getting started seemed to be the issue. I had some ideas. My story of tragically losing my is horrific. I wanted to tell Mike’s story. I have trudged through the thick of it and am living a good life now. Could this be helpful to someone – let them know they are not alone and life can be good again? I wanted to give it a try.

While busily packing up my house last July, I signed up for the 30 day on-line writing program before I moved to Florida. I know me and I work best under pressure. This could work. Each day I opened an email from Joshua Sprague with assignments to spend 1-2 hours writing. I found a quiet place to sit and write. So I began.

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Unexpected Grief Triggers bring back PTSD 5 years later

On Reuters news this morning and there was no mention of Coronavirus. It hasn’t disappeared but more pressing news across the country is broadcasting this morning.

Cities across the United States have erupted into violent scenes of protests. While some protesters peacefully object to police brutality, others have turned into rioters. Angry crowds looting stores, setting fires to police cars and barricading streets were filmed last night.

This all began last week with the death of George Floyd, a black man in Minnesota, who spent his last moments pinned under a police officer’s knee, begging for his life.

The officers filed a report regarding Floyd’s death as a “medical incident during a police interaction”. Reports from the ambulance that transported Floyd to a nearby hospital stated the male was pulseless and unresponsive .

What infuriates me is that if bystanders had not videotaped the scene, these bad cops would get away with it. The vague ‘medical incident’ would be enough to avoid blame to any of the cops involved.

The former Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin, who refused to move his knee from Floyd’s neck for over 8 minutes despite cries “I cannot breath” has a history on the police force. He shot one suspect, was involved in the fatal shooting of another, and received at least 17 complaints during his nearly two decades with the department, according to police records and archived news reports.

Why was this man still allowed to serve as a police officer?

What good old boys club did he belong to?

The news has set off triggers for me and emotions I haven’t let surface for a while. The night my husband died I was initially told he had had a heart attack. Then more specifically that he died of cardiac arrest.

I saw his body at the hospital and was surprised to see cuts and bruises covering his barefoot, bathing suit and t-shirt attire. I had been sitting with him earlier that evening on the beach with friends and he had been fine.

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Time doesn’t heal – it conceals

I read that this morning and thought to myself – Truth!

This week marked the 3rd year anniversary that my husband died unexpectedly the Friday night of Labor Day weekend.

I have been doing well overall; I work full time, I still live in my house, I travel and I even have a boyfriend.

But this week it all came back to me again.

A lot of the discomfort comes from anticipating that date.  I have been proactive in the past with planning trips for a purposeful diversion.  My close friends and family reach out with virtual hugs and comforting words which help me feel not so alone.  That was so appreciated.

So, even though life is good, I was surprised to find myself sobbing in the car last week and using the bottom of my skirt to wipe my face.  Maybe time doesn’t heal all wounds.

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Moving Forward After Loss

You hear it a lot in the widow world, I’m not moving on – I’m moving forward.  The idea of moving on appears to skip past something and aimlessly move.  When you envision yourself moving forward, it means you have acknowledge what happened and you are moving in the direction of self healing.  You don’t have to necessarily accept the tragedy, but you are no longer in the denial stage.  It happened.  Next…

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Acupuncture – Healing for physical pain to depression to infertility. Worth a try?

Acupuncture has maybe become my latest guilty pleasure. Can you imagine? The idea that someone inserting small sterile needles all over your body is something you look forward to?  Well, let me tell you, I do! Due to unplanned circumstances, … Continue reading Acupuncture – Healing for physical pain to depression to infertility. Worth a try?