I have decided I am writing a nonfiction book about a crime that happened in the place I have lived for over 30 years, and how it affected so much. I am not going to worry about the genre too much. After having read a lot about true crime tonight, I would like to distinguish my book from voyeurism; this is a book about Asha, but it is also about myself, and about people like McClish who present themselves one way and wear a mask, and what happens when the mask drops. I will never, ever forget a dream that still chills me to the bone, of a person I loved with all my heart, dreaming of him one night in a train station, everything sepia like an old photograph, his open arms, gesturing for me to come to him, running to him, and his body dissolving like a coat to reveal a monster, one from a previous dream. Was my mind warning me of something to come, or was this just a fear of what might be, an unreasonable one? Anything is possible.
I think this is just going to be a book--after all, the last sequence is narrated by someone in the afterlife--and so be it. I just need to write the very best book I can, with the very best words I can. It is also a story of how I have tried to know this woman, know her life, and express what has been lost.
My name is Joan McMillan and this blog is, as Emily Dickinson says, "my letter to the world." I am currently working on a nonfiction book about the murder of a young woman, Asha Veil, born Joanna Dragunowicz, and her unborn daughter, Anina, on September 9, 2006. My book is meant to honor her life and illuminate the need to create a safer world for women and children.
To read an excerpt from the book, please click on the following link:
ashaveilbook.blogspot.com
An excerpt from The Pleasure Palace, my romantic comedy, can be found here:
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