My story is true. One of Jason’s aunts has read the book and emailed me about it, asking what to say to people who don’t believe my story. I’ve been waiting so long for this. Because it’s honestly a rational response to think my story is hard to believe. It is hard to believe. Just read the review. The reviewer summarized the insanity quite well.
The thing is, the book is true. There’s nothing in there that can ever be disputed. There are no people who are going to come out of the woodwork and say it didn’t happen, I haven’t tried to get access to all of my records, but I assume they’re all there! There are insurance records. I have records for all the colleges I went to and places I've lived.
Some things get changed in books to protect the identities of other people. I’ve made little changes here and there to make it harder for people to identify other kids they knew from school, or relatives, or whatever.
There’s one scene (which I’m not going to describe in detail) that comes up when I’m 25, and the police are involved. They respond to my 911 call. They eventually leave, and in the book I don’t talk more about what happened legally. But I went back to the police station later that day, with my mom, and filed a report. So if you know the story, you might remember what I’m talking about here. There’s even more evidence that the incident occurred!
My experience with No Guarantees felt very different, more murky. Magical Shrinking explains how No Guarantees happened. That’s all I can say without blowing the story for those who haven’t read either book. When I eventually write about the “Alternate Universe” people will see more things come to light about the first book and how it ever came about.
I have had a ridiculously crazy life. That’s why I initially wrote Magical Shrinking. All the crazy, crazy stuff happened. When I started seeing some success and went back to college, I would throw things about my life out there for others to hear. And people were shocked.
“You smoked crack?” They’d ask, jaws dropped. “You were homeless?”
“You’re bipolar? No way! I never would’ve guessed!”
“You’ve been in the mental hospital how many times?”
The more open I was with people, the more shocked they were, but then the more human these things became to them. Someone they knew used to smoke crack, or had been hospitalized for mental illness. It made things real to the people around me in classes, or at internships, or at parties. People started telling me I should write (another) book. Eventually the time seemed right, and I did.
My motivation for writing changed over time, and ultimately I’ve written this and am marketing it because I honestly believe many people can benefit from my story. The fact that I’ve had to deal with so many different issues, gives hope to those who are still struggling. My book is for everyone, but some people need to know there’s hope, and those are the people I've written for.