What the F@#!K While writing my book Dear Jack, a love letter, I used my own style of writing, which is the way I speak. There is no fan fare, my vocabulary is average, my descriptions are perhaps not as flowery and refined as an experienced writer/author. So, I just wrote like me, problem is I swear a lot! When my editor read her first pass, it was obvious she didn’t think it was necessary to swear throughout the book in every chapter, sometimes in every paragraph. I have come to a place where I have no filter. I say
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“April 1, 2015. It was a day like any other. Standing at my kitchen counter, I was making my coffee, breakfast underway for Grace. “Five more minutes,” she said. She always wants five more minutes to sleep.” “The phone rings. I hate the phone, it scares me.” Dear Jack, a love letter. April 1, 2018. This is a day like any other. Three years since Jack’s death and everyday feels the same. Waking up to the thought that I have lost my son. All my fears have been realized, now I’m not afraid of anything. My regret and grief is part
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