I sacrificed a body part to write my debut novel – No One Heard Her Scream. Now that's commitment.
Some of you are waiting for the punch line, but I suspect there are more than a few unpublished authors out there who by now are looking down at their own bodies and wondering what they could do without. Anything for the cause, but before doing something drastic, let me explain.
While recovering from major surgery, I wrote SCREAM in six weeks during a medical leave from my day job. Anything for time off work, I say. (No, writing is not work.) The book, along with two others, sold in auction with the help of my brilliant literary agent Meredith Bernstein. Perhaps if I had known dismemberment was the answer, I might've made a donation sooner. Thank God I never had time to contemplate that macabre perspective.
I might be going out on a limb here (pun intended), but I have to admit it. Writers are a strange lot. (Duh! Alert the media.) Instead of worrying about the surgery or the post-operative pain, I focused on how I could possibly write lying flat on my back. Did I have to be upright to think properly? Usually in the prone position, I have no great use for intellectual pursuits of any kind.
"Think about it," she said coyly with one eyebrow raised.
I believe this is a topic worthy of discussion. So your homework assignment for today—What body part(s) would you sacrifice to sell a book—AND WHY? I want details please. And feel free to speculate on others who might make a worthwhile donation on your behalf. The possibilities are astronomical.
Talk amongst yourselves and get back to me.