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As a voracious memoir-reader, I always want to know more about the author with whom I have just become imaginary BFFs. Just in case you feel the same way:
If I had three wishes they would be:
1. Fergie’s song “Glamorous” to start playing when I enter a room, like in the movies—except for real—because I would always look like a 1940s starlet. Unfortunately, I tend to look more like swamp-thing, so the chorus might have to be rewritten to “F-r-o-g-p-a-n-t-s”.
2. Unlimited wishes (obviously) because I’m peeved when characters forget about this glorious option. Wishes for everyone!
3. That Post-Traumatic Church Syndrome would spark an international conversation about the reality of spiritual injury and the many paths to healing.
Speaking of this book, I wrote all seven (!) drafts in my frog pajamas and a fuzzy pink robe, with Oxley at my feet, and a disco ball and metal peacock watching over me from the left corner of my desk. From start to publication, it took more than four years.
I wanted to quit more times than I can count.
I am so glad I didn’t.
Love,
Reba