The countdown to my debut novel, Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, has officially started. I am over the moon with excitement. I have wanted to be a writer since I was a little girl. My dream has always been to tell stories to inspire readers, to touch their lives, to nest in their hearts, and to nourish their insides.
Next month I will cross the bridge from a writer who scribes a sundry of subjects ranging from editorial issues, celebrity interviews, reviews, book blurbs, screenplays, lyrics, motivational quotes, inspirational quotes to that of published author. Yes, cookie cakes, I will join the ranks of the magical writers who have inspired me, who inspire me and who will inspire me. I will stand side by side with an array of remarkable writers who have mentored me from the moment I wanted to cross over from the realm of journalist to the sphere of being a published author. I am truly humbled to be in such esteemed company.
The buttercream icing on the cake is to have my own publishing company. I wanted my own publishing company since I was about eleven. It was when my grandfather hauled in a humongous desk for me to do my schoolwork on. Schoolwork? Aahhh, not so much – if any. Cookie cakes, I wrote stories for my dolls, pets and cousin Christine. I put together magazine issues, newspapers and even penned scripts for the reporters who worked for my news channel. I won’t even tell ya about the soaps, shows and movies I wrote. I wanted to be one of the chosen few to create fire with my words ever since my grandma taught me to read. I will always be grateful to my grandma for introducing me to the world of books amidst the chaos of my childhood. She was a tough woman.
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“I remember pieces of my splintered heart, digging deeper into the soul he ruptured, to begin slaughtering it. My hero, my precious hero.”
“Fat bitch!” Those were the first devastating words to my soul my hero hurled at me about my body. The words I never wanted to hear described to me by the man I loved more than anything in the world. The man who claimed to love me more than his own life. The man who got down on bended knee with hardware placed inside of him by a team of surgeons in a Texas hospital, after he crashed the vehicle he robbed in a booze and drug filled stupor to ask me to marry him. And, I said yes; yes, to the only man I ever wanted to take that stroll with. I remember pieces of my splintered heart, digging deeper into the soul he ruptured, to begin slaughtering it.
Recently I shared how my eating disorder and self-hatred for my body began in an article for Blogcritics, The Vicious Cycle of Eating Disorders and Body-Shaming, Part 1. Here is an excerpt of my article.
I was nine years old when my eating disorder started. It started in January in Bay Shore, New York. It was the day my uncle, a Westchester County Police Officer put his hands and mouth on me. I was in the kitchen making Campbell’s Vegetable Soup to have with my cheese and salami sandwich. It was the last time there was ever a “normal relationship” between me and eating. I remember when he was done I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, grabbed a towel from the closet and puked. I was in too much shock to cry.
Copyright © 2016 by Diane Morasco
Announcing The Official Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes website for my novel, Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes.
I hope you find clarity, compassion, sustenance, and understanding as you voyage through the TOUGH website.
My mission is to heal, empower and rip the damn shutters off the windows we house our secrets in, so we can let the sun pour its powerful light on the darkness. Once we start soaking up the light, we can absorb the nourishment and heal.
Always remember, you are a beautiful treasure!
Good gravy, cookie cakes, this week writing ‘Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes’ has put me through the paces. For a minute, I thought I was training for the Olympics or something. This particular chapter put me through the grinder and if that wasn’t enough, it decided to mince me. Why? Just because. I found myself procrastinating for the first time since I started writing TOUGH due to the events taking place during this chapter. I knew why I was acting up; however, I owned my procrastination misbehavin’ tantrum, and tackled the chapter like a BOSS! A NEW YORK / JERSEY BOSS!
I would not have been able to make it through the other side without the angels I have been blessed with to travel with me on this journey. As always, Diana Layne and Tanya R. Taylor. I am forever grateful for your presence in my life. You TOUGH women have allowed me to be me, as is, and that is a delicious liberty I haven’t been able to fully experience before. You have been at my side, as tears fall, as laughter erupts, as exhaustion sets in, as fear moves in, as sadness takes hold, as silliness bubbles up, as #SPOILEDBRATPROBLEMS creep in. And, that is enough right there, isn’t it Cookie Cake and Truth Slayer? Hahaha!
I know the subsequent chapters will come at me like Laila Ali. Guess what? I’m ready! I am prepared for it, after all, these final emotional chapters are going to bring me to ‘The End’ and I can finally BREATHE!!! And let the edits begin. Oh, wait, Truth Slayer is going to come at me with her editing sword. Guess, I will be waiting to exhale after the edits are finished. Oye!
Thank goodness, I have some books by Tanya R. Taylor to read as I wade through the molasses. Hurry up, Diana, finish Nia, Be Mine, so I have even more books in my sanctuary to nest in while in the grips of TOUGH.
Thank goodness for my new favorite storyteller, Carolyn Q, Hunter’s cozy series. Now, Hunter has to hop to it and churn out more uber (not the car service, cookie cakes. Hahaha!) fabulous books to keep me from having even more #SPOILEDBRATPROBLEMS. In the meantime, I will have to re-read Hunter’s The Diner of the Dead Cozy Mystery Series published under Summer Prescott Books, which is cool with me.
I also want to take a moment to thank two angels who crossed my path yesterday, Jasmin and Kiersten, for the fun time…and for reminding me that beneath the TOUGH exterior is a young girl who was never able to be just that. Thank you, ladies.
And to my trio of blessings, you mean the world to me.
Note to self: COOKIE CAKE, YOU ARE APPROACHING THE FINISH LINE.
Reply to self: DON’T BREAK INTO A HAPPY SHIMMEY, COOKIE CAKE, ‘CAUSE THE EDITS ARE COMING. GRRR!!!