Hi.

I’m writing a book.

It’s called “Touks Made Me Write This” and it’ll be one of those rare memoir/essay collections whose title is basically an inside joke for the 40 people who know me on LinkedIn and does absolutely zero work at conveying what it’s actually about, which is, by the way:

writing and finding your voice (again, or for the first time) after you’ve professionally, emotionally, and spiritually contorted yourself into a palatable little pancake for capitalism.

It’s about crawling your way back to the weird, the wonder, the woooorrrrrds.

It’s also about:

• motherhood, but like, the dissociative parts

• writing while spiraling

• the corporate ghost realm

• the lip balm aisle at CVS

• panic metaphors

• identity molting

• inner child theater

• the difference between blurting and broadcasting

• crytyping

• awkward divine timing

• comments sections that feel like church

• and finally telling the truth, even if your hands are a little sweaty

  
  What You’ll Find Inside

  A chaotic, occasionally wise, often unhinged collection of essays and story-vignettes about:

• Saying the thing (and regretting it, then not)

• Forgetting who you are, on purpose

• Writing like nobody's refreshing their feed

• Giving up on “useful” and embracing “true”

• And the sacred act of reclaiming your voice after decades of spiritually dry PowerPointsA chaotic, occasionally wise, often unhinged collection of essays and story-vignettes about:

• Saying the thing (and regretting it, then not)

• Forgetting who you are, on purpose

• Writing like nobody's refreshing their feed

• Giving up on “useful” and embracing “true”

• And the sacred act of reclaiming your voice after decades of spiritually dry PowerPoints

Sample Chapters May Include:

Burger Joint Prologue
In which I eat a cheesesteak, dodge heatstroke, and accidentally write the beginning of this book.

Talks Too Much
Childhood report cards, creative shame, and the quiet prophecy of blurting.

Things I Did On Company Time
A confession. Also a corporate indictment.

Crytyping
Where we explore the sacredness of writing while ugly sobbing.

The Toucan Made Me Do It
A literal hypnotherapy session that cracked me open like a glow stick.

Who the hell is Touks?

Oh, yeah — Touks is the name for “The Toucan” who was revealed as My Higher Self in a guided meditation / hypnotherapy session (no mushrooms involved).

He is emotionally unavailable but spiritually on fire. He’s the bird-shaped whisper that reminds me to stop hiding behind strategy and just. write. the. thing.

This book is me trying.

Want in?

If you:

• Write things you never post

• Post things you wish were writing

• Miss your voice

• Miss yourself

• Suspect you’re “too much” and also nowhere near enough

…this might be for you.

Drop your email to get updates, sneak peeks, or a blessing from Touks himself. (He doesn’t do newsletters, but I do.)

Coming soonish. Probably. If Touks allows.