The Girl Who Lived

Sequel to Spilled Milk

 

 

The Girl Who Lived  ISBN 978-937491-19-5 $14.95 trade paperback, $3.99 Kindle edition.

Megan Williams returns to Twin Rivers after five years in a mental hospital to take final revenge on the men who raped and mutilated her. But the tiny Illinois town has grown into a bustling Chicago suburb near the end of the Metra line, and Megan isn’t the only serial killer now leaving dead bodies littering the streets. Can Megan keep her sister safe and still exact her revenge? Or will Megan’s actions make Susan, Tim, and Elsie targets?

 

 

Coming March 2, 2017 from 2AM Publications. ISBN 978-0-937491-19-5.  $14.95 trade paperback. $3.99 E-Pub and Kindle.

 

As I work on The Girl Who Lived, the sequel to Spilled Milk, I’m acutely aware I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view. I have been both lauded and criticized for attempting to understand the female mind and portray a female POV in my novels. “How can a man possibly understand what it’s like to be a woman?” I’ve been asked. Here is my answer.

 

I love women. I’ve been married to three different women and I’m in an ongoing intimate relationship with another. I’ve lived with women all of my life. My mother was a woman. My grandmothers were women. My aunts were women. More than half of my cousins were women.

 

My daughter is a woman.

 

Most of my teachers have been women. Many of the writers I read regularly are women. Many of the students in classes I teach are women.

 

I am a trained observer of women. I learned to be an objective observer first in journalism classes and then in graduate-level psychotherapy classes at several universities. More than half of the faculty on my thesis and dissertation committees were women. Most of my therapy clients were woman when I was in active practice. I have had access to women’s innermost thoughts and feelings during hypnosis sessions.

 

I am a good listener. Women tell me they love to talk with me because I listen to them and show I’m actively listening to them by my responses to their statements.

 

And, lastly but not least, I am a human being. All human beings inherently have both male and female traits. I was likely a woman in at least one of my past lives. I was a female in the womb before testosterone kicked in and defined my anatomy and restructured my brain.

 

Yes, Virginia, I CAN write from a woman’s woman’s POV. And women CAN write from a man’s POV. Whether I write accurately or not is up to readers to decide.

 

 

 

Men and women, both being human, can be saints or sinners. Sometimes, one person can be—and is—both.

We human beings are products of our heredity and our environments. Identical twin studies show how experiences shape individuals differently even when they have similar heredities and environments.

Not only can no two people ever be exactly the same, one person will not be or act exactly the same one day as he or she will on another.

Human beings are adaptive. Experience changes us for the better or for the worse.

That is the central recurring theme of my new novel The Girl who Lived.

 

 

You asked for it. Here are the opening lines from the first chapter of THE GIRL WHO LIVED, a sequel to SPILLED MILK.

Chapter 1: “Yes, Doctor,” I lie. “I do know the difference between right and wrong. I know what I did was wrong.”

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