The audience for my book is late teenagers to 100 years old and beyond. But……. I happen to teach very curious twelve-year olds. I will not be able to keep you away from reading my book, but I ask one or two things from you: make sure you let your parents know you are reading … Continued
To those of you who have read To Soften the Blow and have reveiwed it, thank you so much. Writing this book was a very powerful experience. Thank you for helping me share my work with the world.
I knew full well there would be emotional fallout when I published this book. The things I have written about, I have worked through in different therapies over twenty-five years. Some people never do therapy. In that case, this book might be harder to read for those who are part of the story. I have … Continued
Thank you to all of you who are writing to me… on my “Lynnie Vessels-Book” facebook page… to tell me you remember the night of the shooting. That is amazing to me.
When I got to Australia the summer of 2010, I had a first manuscript for Mary to read, one I’d not shown to anyone else. Mary was the first to read it. I told her she would be the one to tell me if some parts of my book were “too honest” and should be … Continued
After starting to write in the summer of 2008, I spent all of my energy that school year preparing to write again the summer of 2009. I painted and prepared the boat. That summer came and I had a sewage catastrophe on the boat, which only allowed me to write 15 days that summer. I … Continued
I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels to hear from those of you who are reading my book. I especially get tingles from those of you who are saying you remember that day like it was yesterday. Part of me wants to say thank you… for remembering… I guess. Somehow it makes me feel … Continued
The summer of 2008, I went to stay ten days in my girlfriend’s 122-year old cabin in a Mennonite camp. The place was deserted. When I crossed the threshold, I said, “I need a cabin.” The first five days were peaceful, yet uneventful. With five days to go, something clicked in me and my story … Continued