My latest book deviated from my usual path. I usually write fictional short stories and fairy tales. And that is what most of my readers expect.
So, getting them to take a chance on my latest memoir has been a challenge. At times, I wonder if I should have written it; maybe best sticking to what is expected.
But I have never been one to do what is expected. And I felt this book’s time had come.
Now, through the rubble, I understand why.
My grandparent’s village in Italy was annihilated by an earthquake. The only thing left standing was the cemetery.
I write about a culture that grew up waiting for the next village attack. Sometimes, it came from the depths of the earth……sometimes, the depths of the sea carried enemy vessels to pillage, rape, and destroy.
So, I have decided to help all those who have been attacked. Somewhere, I hope my ancestors are pleased with my book and my offer of assistance.
From now until Christmas, all who purchase my book will know that their money will help the families of those whose lives have been lost to the rubble, or whose homes have vanished into a pile of dust.
All profits will be sent to the Italian Red Cross.
Please SHARE……this is a promise I make to all the spirits watching over, all those who added a page to my story, all those who cried over someone once lost in the attack.
Here is the link to my book.