This month I published my book, I’m Dying to Tell You: My Journey as a Medium, on Amazon.com. The idea began years ago when Joy, my mentor, recorded and transcribed my channeling sessions. Our last conversation, before she died in 2007, focused on our friendship and our work together. “I hope you’ll write the book,” was her last request.
In 2014, my friend Christine suggested we attend The Art of Writing Workshop in the hills above Florence, Italy. To attend, a 3,000-word writing sample was required. The feedback from the workshop encouraged me to continue. I wrote more frequently and started a writer’s group to keep me motivated. Three years later, I returned to The Art of Writing Workshop with a clear plan for my book, then entitled, Confessions of a Reluctant Medium.
While visiting New York City in the summer of 2021, my friend Leslee invited me to breakfast with her family. She introduced me as a medium. Her family bombarded me with questions, and I found myself saying, “I’m Dying to Tell You.” A new book title emerged. In January of this year, I heard Joy’s voice clearly say, “It’s time to finish the book. Do it now!” I knew she was right, and I worked full-time rewriting and refining the manuscript.
Unlike solving a puzzle with a clear picture on the box, I saw my story as a jigsaw puzzle that could have been arranged in countless ways. I rediscovered an image I had painted to ease a dying man’s transition thirty-five years ago. It was the last puzzle piece, a perfect fit for cover of my book. With paperback in hand, I acknowledge the divine timing of the Universe.