We tell stories to make sense of our lives. We listen to know that we are not alone.--B.A.
My name is Brooke, and I am a writer. I think that writing is one of the most fundamental ways that we learn about who we are and we discover what we can be. I love those moments when I sit at the empty page and watch stories come to life.
Fiction wraps itself around the hardest truths so that we can hold them without burning our hearts.--B.A.
This project has been a long time coming. What started as a simple short story grew into this novella about two people who learn what it means to love and lose and live. I am so excited to finally be able to take my novella manuscript and turn it into a book that I can share with you.
People ask writers a lot of questions, but one that is asked without fail is what your book is about. I have struggled to answer this question because “life” seems way too broad of an answer and “negotiating grief” a much too clinical one. But in all honesty, those are the answers. This is a book about two people who are both grappling with change and grief and loss. It is about a man named Harold whose wife has died and left a gaping hole in his world. And it is also about a girl named Madison who is caring for her grandmother whose health is declining. But it is about so much more. It is about friendship and memory and moving forward. It is about eldercare and illness. It is about aging and learning to live when the world is upended. It does not fit easily into a genre. We call it a moving story, and I think that is probably close enough.
I know that backing a book is difficult because you cannot see the product in the same way that you can a picture or a designer piece of art. If you don’t know me, you run the risk that I might be a terrible writer, and then you’d have a terrible book in your hands. So, I am including the beginning of the book below. You can also read the complete first chapter at www.hellogoodbyewemeetagain.com. If you'd like more to see more of my writing, here is a link to my blog: www.themodernreal.com
I hope you enjoy reading these, and if you have any further questions, please feel free to contact me directly. I'd love to share more about my process and work and why I do what I do.
To complete this book, I need to raise $5,400.
$1000 is for the cover design and layout
$300 for a final proofreading edit
$3700 is for the actual printing of the book
$400 is for Kickstarter fees
EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK
Memories are light posts on the road of what was, on the way to what is, by way of what could have been.-- B.A.
Excerpt from Chapter 1: It was Tuesday, and Harold pulled on his coat as he hit the lights and locked the door of the dry cleaners behind him. He turned right like he did every Tuesday. A dimly lit sign flickered on the block ahead of him as the chill crept up over the edge of his collar. He pulled his coat a little higher and squinted to read the marquee. An Officer and a Gentleman. It didn’t matter what the marquee said. He was going to walk up to the window and purchase a ticket, and Marge was going to ask him how his day had been and then inquire if they were going to have a special on something at the cleaners anytime soon. Harold was going to say fine and probably not, smile a little, and proceed to walk to the bored teenager who would barely look up, rip his ticket, and point to the right while saying, “The theater’s down that hall,” which Harold knew very well. For two years, he had come to Sandy’s Cinema Complex, an establishment that was grossly overnamed on account of the single screen and limited showings. For two years, he had left the dry cleaners and walked a block and a half before settling into the very farthest seat in the third row from the back on the far left side with a medium popcorn and a large Coke. The funeral had been on a Monday, and after they had cranked the satin-lined cherry box into the ground, Harold had gotten a ride back home. The house had been unbelievably quiet, and that night when he had cried and gasped for air, the room with the now too-big bed was still far too quiet. The next day, he had gone to work and sorted pants and shirts and run the pressers, and when the whirr of the machines stopped at 6:00, he couldn’t go home to the quiet that was waiting for him. So he had turned right, seen the Sandy’s sign for the thousandth time, and walked in. It had been a showing of The Wizard of Oz, but it could have been Bambi or Top Gun or Apollo 13 for all he cared. The noise of the singing munchkins filled the space around him and beat the quiet to death. And it had been beating the Tuesday night quiet for the last two years.
QUOTES FROM THE BOOK
She stared at the tin panels overhead. She loved the way the decorative leaves traveled around the outside edges and then came together in the middle in wreaths. Reminders of a time when things were beautiful just because. --from Hello Goodbye We Meet Again
It's nice to think about the beach. Even when you can't be there. --from Hello Goodbye We Meet Again
She found herself yet again staring at the door waiting for things that were going to happen whether she sat there or not. --from Hello Goodbye We Meet Again
He did a mental face plant and shoved his hands further in until his fingers threatened to poke through the seams. --from Hello Goodbye We Meet Again
He wanted her to talk. To fill up the whole house with all her words, all her thoughts. The funny and the sweet, the crazy and the mean, every thought she'd ever had. --from Hello Goodbye We Meet Again
She admired nurses. They did the work of tending. Tending to needs, being willing to do the things that bodies usually did, taking the place of organs that had failed and systems that no longer functioned, working with dignity to help the souls in fragile bodies preserve theirs. The tender tenders. --from Hello Goodbye We Meet Again
You can read more about the book at my website: www.hellogoodbyewemeetagain.com
This book is written. There are just over 35,000 words are on the page. It is in black and white. It is not yet published. And that is the reason that I need all of you lovely people to help me turn this book into one you can hold in your hands.
This is where we are now. I have a top-notch editor who has completed the editing process. I am designing my own cover and working with a designer to bring it to life. I am still looking for someone to do the text layout. I have a quality commercial printer who has quoted the project. We are almost ready to go to print.
AND NOW FOR SOME GREAT REWARDS...
I am so excited to have the chance to create some rewards in my studio and also to pair up with some really great artists for this campaign's rewards.
Risks and challenges
I love the writing part of putting a book together. I love watching the words pop on to the page and sometimes even surprise myself. I do not, however, know how to do layout or printing, and I cannot edit my own work. For this I need to hire professionals to help bring this little book to life. To publish a book takes a team of great and talented people.
Of course, there can always be setbacks or delays in any creative project, but because this book is already written and much of the legwork is already finished, I am confident that I will be able to complete this project. I expect to have paperback copies of the book available by the end of November.Learn about accountability on Kickstarter
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