Self Publishing. First book: check!

PTSD Beautiful Trauma

It was september 2015, I finally got my sick leave after a long stressful time and, not by chance, I went to the doctor office to ask for a ( life changing ) prescription. When I came out I got a burn out sentence. Yes, it was happening to Me, for real.

“Me? Mrs Perfect and Wonder Woman? Go away.”

Time to make a point, to say the least, and realise which were my real needs and prior Values.

My memoir is half journaling, half potential distopic sci-fiction. Definitely, it was my best company, and writing has been the first self-help therapy. It’s everyday struggle for survival, when everything literally burns inside out, and you go through your Dark Night of the Soul.

As soon as I  finished to rewrite it for the third time, I sent to Italian publishing editors. To be honest, I was contacted only by one, small editor from Rome, who asked me 1500 euros to publish it.  Forget it. Italy is one of the few countries left not yet involved in any of latest terrorist attacks, it goes without saying that there is a lack of empathy. It’s okay.

Thank you for contacting me in case you are interested in being my editor for my next book on Stigma, which is a reportage, in the Shakespeare’s language. Before I repeat the awesome experience on Amazon.

Best Regards,

Antonella BARBERINI

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Fight Song.

At the right moment, I am posting this video, I am learning how to publish my book on Amazon. Yep, I got decided. I was keeping that manuscript on my file memory, and … that’s it. It’s in italian, it’s just a strange memoir so it doesn’t fit english readers, I am so sorry 🙂 Despite it takes time to learn and practice what a trimmer is, Self publishing is good to me. I want this work to be a visit card for my writing. And move on from “Trauma“. A book is made to be read, not sold. So go away Italian editors who ignored me, or who asked me for 1500 euro to get published.

In the same time, I am on my way for book number 2, on “Stigma”. This one will be the result of my exercise in Shakespeare’s language. And it involves dialogues, penpalling, open questions with open minded people from California to India, from army veterans to sex offender inmates, or any deep thinkers, like me.

Well, I am also waiting for Leela, the game from Hindu culture. The wise men ancient spiritual and subconscious cards game that can be played alone or with friends. Ok, I might post pictures about it.

Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion
And all those things I didn’t say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
My power’s turned on
Starting right now I’ll be strong
I’ll play my fight song
And I don’t really care if nobody else believes
‘Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me
Losing friends and I’m chasing sleep
Everybody’s worried about me
In too deep
Say I’m in too deep (in too deep)
And it’s been two years I miss my home
But there’s a fire burning in my bones
Still believe
Yeah, I still believe
And all