… to what’s real.
‘Last year, I released a memoir without any fanfare. My experience with the publishing world kept my accomplishment quiet. Who’s authentic anymore? One reviewer slams a project when I don’t pay for their editorial service. Another praises my work and offers to sell me positive reviews. A third offers a one paragraph-long synopsis in which they get my name wrong (which seems, since it happens only once, like an artificial intelligence glitch). After getting a blank contract from a firm, I am warned to be wary. It’s all exhausting.
Consequently, I will reissue Shaky Places: How Parkinson’s Altered an Artist on a (Mostly) Metaphorical Road Trip here. Thirty-six chapters at one a month should take three years to finish. Should anyone care to skip ahead, the paperback is available on Amazon.
It is, starting with the dedication, what I know to be true: “For my parents, without whom I wouldn’t have had a life at all, let alone a good one.”’
An “Authenticity” excerpt
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