Book: Caged in Spirit Editing
Two and a half years ago I sustained traumatic brain injuries, which stole my 3 passions from me; reading, writing and graphic art. My cats likely saved my life, because after I fell one of them kept jumping on top of me, which kept waking me up after each time I blacked out. My other two cats, I remember hearing meowing at the door. I still dont know which cat kept me awake. Each time I awoke, I tried to get up, which caused a secondary TBI because it caused me to slam my head back again. However, I did managed to free one arm.
My screams had gone unnoticed by both my father and husband, as it was the middle of the night. Using my one free hand I began grabbing shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc and throwing with all the strength I had, while screaming simultaneously. Still I was unheard.
I have no idea how long this was, but I consciously remember being down to my last bottle and praying that when I threw it, it would hit the ceramic toilet and wake someone up, as I screames with all I had in me. It did. My husband came crashing into the bathroom scared out of his mind.
The next month is a blur, I mostly only remember moments of heightened emotions. I couldn't focus well enough to read. It took me an hour to write a coherent paragraph. I sustained two more traumatic brain injuries because I couldn't retain my balance without assistance. One of those TBIs occured when I fell down the stairs.
I remember the moment that I realized a month had gone by, while my poor brain thought it had only been 5 days. I was terrified. I remember crying. That's when I bagan a journal. The TBIs worked by allowing me to maintain my memory until I fell asleep, which is normally when we download long term memories. I unfortunately couldn't do that. So, I did the next best thing. I kept a journal that was an ardious task to keep because I could barely read and write. I maintained facebook statuses to the extent that I could and each morning I would read my journal and facebook status. Eventually I no longer needed to do this, but was still overtly forgetful and clumsy.
My doctor wasn't sure how much I would recover, but said it would take a year to know for sure. We began planning for the worst. We acquired our dog, Kai in the event that I would need a service dog and began training him the basic commands that the program we had found said he would need to know before enrollment. Time went on and my mind and memories started to become more concrete.
A year after, I was 90% back to my self, but couldnt bring myself to attempt my passions. I was terrified that it would turn out that I couldn't savor the part of my soul where art and books live. Recently, I gave birth to the most amazing baby girl and she gave me the strength to do what I couldn't do on my own. I did my first new graphic art piece for her nursery. Realizing I could create art, I made the jump back into my novels! I can retain what I read and write again just as if my injuries hadn't happened. Now, I've decided to get back to it. I simply need an phenomenal editor and help from loved ones to gain the funds for one. Please, help by sharing this page or donating. Any little bit is helpful.
A little about me currently....
I'm a self published author and stay at home mom. I dable in graphic art. This fundraiser is to help raise the funds needed to edit my 3rd book in the caged series. I need to raise the funds by Demember 20th, because Christmas is when people buy books the most.
Synopsis to "Caged in Spirit"...
The nine hells are circling their prey. Savannah's friends have no choice but to flee, placing their lives in the hands of those they thought to be the least trustworthy. The war of the heavens is upon them and the truth of Savannah's conception may shake the foundation of all.
Blood is on their hands, the stench of decay corrupts everything they come into contact with and the betrayal of one of their own is imminent. It acts as a cloud over their heads; an infection sinking through to their souls.
What they thought they knew was a deception, calculated to draw their eyes away from what is important. How can they accept one another, when even their reflection is marred with imperfections, created by a mirage of lies.
The Draconian's, hellhounds, and covens must put aside their differences to prevent pools of blood and chaos. The differences of these individuals may make or break their spirits.
A cry of war, the sound of battle.
The group of friends must find their mettle.
A prophecy rings through the night,
of the one who has the sight.
A melody has played a tune,
someone will come to claim them soon.
Bloodshed and chaos, a trail of grief
The beginning of the end will rise from beneath.
