Friday, April 15, 2011

Skeletons in the Closet

A high school friend phoned today. He asked me to edit his manuscript, an autobiography disguised as a novel. He is a strange adult who is, by his own admission, the result of a less-than-ideal childhood. I am happy to review his work and also more than a little scared.

I am lucky to play a small part in helping him share his story.

3 comments:

Paige said...

Are you in it?? is it juicy? Sounds great.s

Michelle said...

Am I in it?

Postcards From The Hedge said...

all writing is autobiography - no author can get outside he/his own head. And the line between genius and stark raving bonkers has always been razor thin. Good for him for walking the razor and for having the courage to look in the closet at the skeletons.