The whole process, the beginning of this story is a slightly fancy one, if you consider the setting of Prague fancy. I woke up at 6am, as I did every day, with the intention of writing. I had been in Prague for only a couple days and could already feel…stirred? Inspired? Motivated? Something about that enchanting city woke me up inside.
I sat on a ratty couch where thousands have sat before me, sipping coffee, enjoying the silence hostels rarely provide. I began to write a breakup scene, pulling from one of my most traumatic breakups (at least up to that point). After writing a few paragraphs, I sat back and looked at my words. Something clicked and I said to myself, “my life story is interesting enough to be fiction…so what if I made it nonfiction?”
Thus birthed one of the greatest achievements of my life up to this point in time.
Writing a book, especially one that exposes your nitty gritty life from the POV of men that have affected you…let’s just say 2016 sucked. It was the best and worst year of my life and I’m sure more than one of you would agree with me. 2016 killed a lot of things: people, animals and dreams. Not in that specific order.
However, through patience and the encouragement of others, I wrote a 80k+ word novel, had it professionally edited, designed the cover (with help from a friend!) and then…published it. Has it taken off in the way I wished it would but also dreaded that it would? Nope. Am I gonna become famous? Nope. However, I can honestly say I entered 2017 with zero emotional baggage, minus irritation at my recent ex for being an obvious cheater. In fact, I realized that I emotionally and relationshiply (is this a word) as polyamorous. After bluntly putting all of my failures on paper, it became clear that finding just ONE person to make me happy wasn’t working. And it took me three months of stewing on this realization to understand that being poly is no different than identifying as gay or straight. It’s my wiring, in my DNA, to love as many humans as I can in this lifetime.
ANYWAY, I had a party. I celebrated the launch of this book, surrounded by friends and family who wanted to support me for being an articulate oversharer. The night ended with sloppy makeout sessions with random people, too much booze and numb toes from dancing, but it was oh-so-worth-it.
If you would like to purchase a copy of my book, go here!
I want to thank my wonderful friend Lily for planning this, my friend Christina at The Belmont for hosting this shindig, to Pascal’s Catering for the food and to my friend Lisa for doing the AMAZING cake that tasted JUST like crumb cake. Good fuck that was delicious.