Servants now Immortal Saints is still coming along and I am editing everyday. It has changed drastically in that I can’t post chapters because they change right after I post.
I wrote To the Lady on the bus to Mission Street. It’s submitted and we’ll see. It’s about one particular day as a twelve-year-old living in a car in the projects of San Francisco. How I could find money when I needed it, (weird, I know, but I have a step-sister who witnessed the ability. It was only change but back then, 1978, even ten cents could get you on the bus on Mission Street.) It deals with the atmosphere of the time and a trans woman, and the tragedies of a murder and the fallout as well as the view from a child’s eyes.
I finished writing the outline for Servants Two. Thirteen pages and I already have the first thirteen pages of the story. Two thirteens, don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Meanwhile, Guardian Angels How to use a pendulum to connect to your guardian angel…and change you’re life is gaining popularity. It must be the world as we know it now. The Udemy class of the same name is also up to 117 students (thank you). If you would like to get a free coupon for the class, send a message to me and head it with “need coupon” and I will create one for you.
I’m working on the memoir, as I wrote about in The Guardian Angels book. It’s Child Monster to Humbled Angel…The Hard Way. or Safeway Shoes or Or From loser to Enlightened. Who knows. The title will be listed when I settle on a good one. It’s written, it just needs to be put into the theme, the problem is I can’t make up my mind which theme to choose, it has so many. Being a nasty, cruel, rude child to my mother, blaming her for the divorce. Then getting my wish and living with my father only to end up homeless, living in the projects, and then our car. Which snapped me out of the spoiled (not by money but by attention due to the ADHD), selfish kid–the hard way–and helped me see how mean I was.
In a way it was a blessing in disguise. But the effects of what that time in the city and in Carson City did eventually lead to the substance abuse and then, years later, into believing in angels and guides. We’ll see. It might have both. I think the drug and alcohol thing is over done but when tied in to an Angry child and ADHD, San Francisco in the 70’s and some things I won’t mention now but were horrific. The one act that also shaped how I gave myself license to be as trashy as I wanted to be. The #MeToo thing. The only issue holding me back is the theme. I’ll get it though.