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Seven  Major

Illusions of Privacy

Literature & Fiction

She took the identity of a murder victim—robbing a family of a funeral for their loved one and the chance to catch her murderer. Nearly thirty years later, the walls of deceit begin to crumble... She was the illegitimate child of an influential mafia member. A life defined by murder, mafia, CIA assassins, sex, drug-dealers, gun-runners and a young adult who would travel the East Coast—running away from her past while searching to belong in a life that was never hers. A neighbor in Alexandria. A paramedic in Danese. A Jazzercise enthusiast in Plant City. She threw parties in Walden Lake. She lied to old classmates of a murder victim from Annandale High School. And she may have lied to you. In a last-ditch effort to apologize to her children and offer explanation to all those she has deceived, she quickly begins to jot down the facts of her life. The child of a well-known sociopath confesses her sins openly for the first time in this no-holds-barred account of her life. She spares no details in confessing the sins of those around her while telling her story and makes no apologies for doing so, "If at any time they don't like what I have to say, they are free to close the book, walk away or write their own damn book for that matter. I think you would do well to type more and talk less. I have places to go and people to run from, remember?"

Book Bubbles from Illusions of Privacy

The Real Big Dickie Bradford

In our younger days, I think we had more energy for heated, passionate arguments. We're entirely too lazy to fight over unimportant things anymore. Brad's broken hand healed, but the fact remains--he fought the wall and the wall won.

Peeping Tom

It's true, these two neighbors were eavesdroppers and peepers and I quite obviously had an axe to grind. But trust me when I say, I was as surprised as anyone when they up and moved out in the middle of the night--not leaving so much as a realtor sign in the front yard.

Coincidence?

I've been told there's no word in the Hebrew language for coincidence, but I swear I had nothing to do with my crusty neighbor's unseemly disappearance. Admittedly, I was working through some real life anger issues at the time, but lots of strange things happened while writing this book.

Freaky Vladimir

I found the Vladimir chapters the most difficult to write. I actually prayed about this part of the story line. And God spoke to me. So I wrote. I knew then no one would ever believe this was God-inspired. And frankly, I found it difficult to believe myself.

The Truth is Stranger Than Fiction

The man breaking into song, in line at Walmart directly behind me--true story. I still have no idea, to this very day, who that man was. I seem to attract this type of energy. In the story, it felt appropriate for Uncle Guido to belt out the tune. One day, I hope to walk into a bank or a restaurant and have everyone get up and start dancing.

The Rules Are Different

The rules are different for different people, but that's not why I love this chapter. The two characters' date is hugely reminiscent of my first date with my husband. Minus the killing part.

Who I am...

I enjoy using dashes of real life in writing fiction. "Who I was, who I am, and who I want to be are three different people" is something I've been fond of saying for years. I don't remember where the words originally came from, but they made for good section titles.

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