December 14, 2012. The day that former President Obama recently called the darkest day of his presidency. The day of the Sandy Hook Massacre when 26 people lost their lives. Twenty of which were between six and eight years old. Unfortunately, I was president of a large, suburban district school board ten years ago, and I have never recovered from that unconscionable tragedy.
The trend continued. No longer were theaters, malls, big box stores, nor houses of worship safe. Then in May of this year occurred another mass shooting at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas. My son-in-law, Brian, offered his “view” on these random killings. I listened and mentally tried to refute his theory, but the more I researched it, Brian might be right. Then he added, “You should write a book.”
No way in hell! I can’t write a book about my worst nightmare, my greatest fear. In spite of my repugnance, my conscience took over. If not you, who? Thus, in July I began to write The Academy. I cried, I laughed, and I even vomited once during the process. Based solely on Brian’s theory and totally a figment of my imagination, this book is heinous, provocative, and perhaps, frightening. Further, it is not suitable for those under 18 years of age.
The Academy published this week on Amazon in paperback-format only. (My very pregnant daughter, techno-guru had lost most of her patience with me to reformat for Kindle. If my book is widely received, I may issue a Kindle version.)
I have absolutely NO desire to make money from the sale of this book. The message is of UTMOST importance. I urge you to read it, think about it, and to act. With the holidays, my order for advance copies has been delayed until the first week of January when I will host a complimentary book-signing party at my casa. Those who email or private message me will be sent a complimentary copy. If you read my book and like it, spread the word.