Edit This Book!!!

I wrote a book. Actually I have written a couple of books. This for some reason has never struck me as a great feat that I have accomplished and should brag to the world. There are a lot of books out there and probably even more sitting in someone's hard drive waiting.

But I have learned something about myself lately. I am a writer. I am a pretty good writer. And this need, the requirement, to write is exactly what I believe I am supposed to be doing for the rest of my life. Others feel the need to act, or to dance; I feel the compulsion to write. I write pages that no one will ever read and I write large posts to try and get a point across. Writing for me is simply a way that I can give my own knowledge to inform, comfort, and ultimately receive.

I have written a book to help love ones with a series of diseases that I myself suffer from.

Broken into twenty-five chapters, with an introduction and a final word, the book consists of a few major points of these illnesses. Can you imagine having a person in your life who you love completely but are unable to actually touch? Well, maybe one of these chapters will explain why; or maybe one of these chapters will simply explain what it is like to be so far out of reach that not even in the best of hours does your love one know how to reach back for you. I admit freely that this book is not needed for every reader out there; it is for those loved ones of those that are suffering from diseases that are commonly misunderstood. 

I wrote this book for my mother. To this day I have no idea what my mother feels in regard to me having a serious disease; she has never shown me in word or deed. But I can only imagine the sheer horror, the fear, the guilt that must accompany having a child with a very pervasive disease. I can only imagine how hard she must pray each night hoping that the phone never rings. I imagine that it would have been nice for her to turn to some book that might have given her a glimpse into a very foreign world.  And if we aren't here to help, to comfort others, why exactly are we here?

The book is done. But it needs much better editing than I can give to it before it is ready for the world. So as much as it kills my pride I am asking for donations through GoFundMe so that I may hire a competent and respected editor to read the manuscript and help me to get the book to the right publishers. I am not fond of asking for money - call it my pride or my stupidity. But I need to give this book a chance; I need to help and I believe this is the way I was meant to. It won't be the only book I publish, even about this subject, but it is the first.

I am asking you to help me give the lost and a little disoriented loved ones of all of us a simple and easily understood idea of what disease looks like from the inside out. And while I am honest enough to admit my disease is not everyone's, there are common denominators that might just save all of us.  At least we should try.

It is important to me that no one even entertains the idea of using rent money for this cause. But any small donation to get me on my way would be appreciated. Who knows maybe by getting a book published this way I can create the next Christian Grey (although really not that kind of book).