In the preface to ‘The Demons of Plainville’, I state that perhaps the most difficult story to tell is the story of oneself. Especially, when you’d rather forget that story, or at least give it a decent revision or two. However, we can’t change the previous chapters in our lives, we can only try and influence the upcoming chapters. This is an endeavor I’ve been trying to master for years, and perhaps like many people on this Earth, I can’t quite seem to get it right.
One of the major themes that run through my memoir is the concept of Demons. As humans, we are all plagued with Demons, especially those of us who suffered abuse or some tragedy during our childhoods. We are left battling the Demons of anger, regret, fear, guilt, shame and sorrow. I had written the memoir about five years ago and was initially pleased with how it turned out. I hired a developmental editor to ensure I was bringing my absolute best effort to the market. Despite how encouraging the editor and my friends were about the project, I allowed those inner Demons to rip into me. I was overcome with intense shame and regret.