I’m sharing two versions of my I Escaped Hollywood… Barely book cover today — one with the artwork and the girl I created, and one with the actual image of me that became part of the cover.
Something interesting is happening in my writing process.
Since I began, I’ve been speaking my stories out loud and turning them into words with my creative assistant, Ember Rose (yes… that’s what I call my ChatGPT). It’s helped me get memories moving and stories onto the page.
But I’m realizing something important.
Half of this story feels almost unspeakable — raw, messy, sometimes rated X, and not easy to say out loud or write in a way that feels safe for public spaces or even AI tools. Some parts may belong only inside the book itself.
So now I’m standing at a new crossroads as a writer.
I may need a different way to write — maybe handwriting, maybe another process — something that lets me move from my words to print without feeling censored or filtered. I’m still figuring out what that looks like in this industry.
I’ll be doing some research and reaching out to my S-K-O-O-L partners and writing communities like Bookshop to learn more about how writers handle this part of the journey.
Writing a memoir isn’t just remembering.
Sometimes it’s learning how to tell the truth in a way you can actually live with.
If you’ve ever hit this kind of moment in your writing, I’d love to hear how you navigated it.