A Memoir is Born!

A Memoir is Born!

-Katie Love

©Copyright 2022 Katie Love

I’ve had conversations with new mothers who speak about those last few days before they give birth and how their excitement is mixed with trepidation, knowing that their lives will never be the same again.  

I can’t wholly relate – I am childless, and my ovaries are disintegrating as we speak. Who knew that when you don’t need a reproductive organ anymore, the body dismisses it? My own body has officially canceled my ovaries.

Nevertheless, I am, dare I say, in a similar emotional space as these mothers, for I am about to give birth to my memoir, “Two Tickets to Paradise, from Cult to Comedy.” I am nervous, giggly, and emotional and worried that I will be a horrible mother. I fear that I will be trying to catch up on sleep and not give it the care it deserves, that I won’t hear its cries for attention, or that I will not know how to swaddle it in a made-for-success marketing blanket. What if I forget to feed it to the social media giants, and it never fully grows and blossoms as it should?

After growing my beautiful beast for the last ten years, I am incredibly proud to see it enter the world in the next 48 hours. This book is a gift to myself for having survived the story held within its pages and in the chapters of my life, thus far.

This memoir is also my gift to readers who might gain insight, hope and healing through humor. Healing through humor is a real thing!

I hope my baby kicks and screams, nudges and pokes, gurgles and giggles its way into the hearts of its readers. I hope this new book finds its intended tribe of truth seekers and misfits. I hope fans of coming-of-age memoirs, trauma survivor memoirs, cult memoirs, and humor memoirs bounce this baby on their knee and tell 1M of their closest friends. I hope this book has play dates all over the world.

Yeah, that was an SEO paragraph. What?! I am TYRING to be a good mother here! My baby is coming, and it needs a home and a village to raise it properly! So ya’ know, buy the book. Leave a review. I hope people are nice to my baby, but hey, a mother’s love is nothing if not resilient and blind with pride.

I do feel a bit like crying. It’s been a long journey from heart to head to paper/screen/earbud. As I sit in the quiet of this Sunday morning, I give my bloated belly a little pat. Was that a kick? It could be carbs vying for space.

Here’s hoping the birth goes smoothly and that people like you. In any case, welcome to the world, Two Tickets to Paradise. You were worth every grunt, tear, and laugh line, and I’d do it all over again.

Love,

Your Dysfunctional Mother

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