Hi Friends of Outlaw Mama,
I’ve been a little quiet here for a few years. Mostly that’s because I started writing a novel. It was terrible. A guy in my group therapy told me it was “unreadable.” He was right, though I’m still not speaking to him because ohmygod, what a dick.
But I wrote another novel, and that one was better, but it needed so much editing that I got scared and put it away. Also, I learned that I don’t know how to write fiction and prefer memoir.
You know where this is going, right? Yep, I wrote third book. This time a memoir about how group therapy straightened out my love life….after a mere 800 sessions. I hope there comes a day in the near future when you can find it at Costco or any other fine place you buy books (independent and woman-owned preferably) and that you buy a bunch of copies and then rate it (highly) on GoodReads and Amazon. I hope you’ll Tweet at me and challenge me and tell me what you liked and what totally didn’t work. Unless you’re one of my ex-boyfriends, then I hope you never see my memoir so you won’t sue me for talking about how small your you-know-what(FN 1) is.
But I’m still writing. Please come see me here— it’s my new writer website.
Thank you for giving me some of my best writing memories to date.
FN 1: For one guy it was his bank account, for one it was his general fund of knowledge, and for one it was his sexual appetite.