The next chapter of my novel, is but a breath away.
Where we are at in the telling, for new readers – & by the way: thanks heaps! you’re reading a true life, as told by the Lifer –
is I am in a new job as an actor at the Police Academy, Maylands, Western Australia. My job description is to be a citizen “of sorts”, for the rookies to learn how to “deal with”. Here’s a link to my last chapter reading, if you missed it (and didn’t mean to! ha ha ).
Chris, who promised to take care of Daniel, has lifted our son from my hands so that I can work, sure, but he has placed him in other hands beyond my control. Whereas I thought Daniel would be cared for mainly by Chris, as I (naively) took Chris at his word, as time counts down to consciousness, I realize that Daniel is left mainly with either Chris’ girlfriend Tracey and her son Phong, or with Chris’ sister Karen. This wasn’t what we agreed.
There are no signs of abuse.
Daniel runs to me earnestly with a big smile on his face when I come to collect him. Is that a sign of abuse?
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In aside, The James Diary continues to want to live. In acknowledgement of this enduring will, it shall be given publication on true hard copy by approximately May 2013. Pre-purchase continues available through Paypal, by inputting firstname.lastname@example.org at the ‘Send Money’ tab.
~ My most enormous thanks ~ to those who have pre-purchased a copy. I am honoured. Truly, you cannot imagine how honoured. Your purchase is secure: you will receive that signed copy in the mail.
From thinking I am nothing in my teens: bulimic, self-hating and “shit on” almost daily by my father, to see your tentative interest in the something I have past created but kept hidden under my mattress for so many years, for it was “just words, after all; and we’ve all lived; and other people have experienced alike and you’re not special; who do you think you are, you little snot” and on and on, as childhoods can be wont to do - from thinking I am not worth the effort of a next breath, to having Aunty Uta encourage me so much re publishingThe James Diary (and backing that by buying a copy!) and Aussie Emu …well, I decided to “just do it”, put it out there.
Oh, and re The James Diary, I decided to write “1” and “39” on the first and last signed copies sold. The significance of this is explained in my debut post on the book. Is that good, do you reckon? I don’t know, I just get these ideas…but I like it. Please let me know if you would not like that.
Once all 39 signed copies are sold (paid for, marked to receive a copy), I will do a post naming [and shaming – ha ha!] you all – those 39 first buyers of The James Diary.
Subbers,and those who have put their money where their mouth is: thank you for your belief that my words be worthy of reading; would sufficiently engage.
In re-reading The James Diary, before handing across to publishers, I have been reminded of the poems I wrote here and there. Well, I use the word ‘poems’ loosely. I don’t write what I was taught in school a poem is, so I’m not even going there.
For the purposes of this post though, may I share with you a ‘poem’ lifted from The James Diary, before my next chapter re Daniel’s early life?