The Liar’s Diary
I know the title of this post sounds like it might be about finding yet another piece of my mother’s psyche buried on our basement (first the therapy tapes, now the diary!) but alas, it is not. (I promise to write more about the tapes once I can bring myself to listen to them.)
Today’s post is one of hundreds you’ll see if you’re trolling around the blogosphere (stop procrastinating now!) about a writer named Patry Francis and her novel, The Liar’s Diary, which is being released in paperback today. Patry–who I do not know–has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer and is busy fighting for her health, rather than on the road promoting her book. A call went out to writers, bloggers, publishing industry people, asking if we could all spread the word about Patry’s book. And it strikes me that this is what community is all about.