Back in the day on this platform, before only screaming about politics and sports drew attention, someone like me could share that they have a new memoir out today and that it’s vulnerable and frightening, written to help other men my age who secretly face pressure and fear that they can’t do it all, see that there’s not only hope but a way out, through faith and better-managing distraction, and find needed support.
Well, the truth is my new memoir, A Little Crazy about the very thing, is out today, and I could use some support.
Because — I’m a little afraid. I’m scared somebody will read my book, and what I reveal, and see me as less. Yet, I’m afraid at the same time that nobody will read it.
That’s the crazy, conflicted mind of what writers face.
But I pray that this book, like my previous memoir, Dear William, helps someone. Just one someone.
And then, my fear will turn to the satisfaction that keeps us writers of trauma, hope, and healing coming back for more, despite the fear.