Saturday, May 16, 2009
I No Longer Color My Hair - Order Your Copy
Synopsis
by Miriam L. Jacobs
Tess is a young woman living an amazing life, only she doesn't know how amazing it is. Plagued with self-doubt, low self-esteem, major insecurities, and multiple phobias, she goes through life living in a self-induced hell.
When her father dies from a tragic accident, she experiences loss but mistakes it for abandonment. She falls into the arms of men, attempting to find love, marrying multiple times - each man exactly like her father.
Just when Tess thinks that her life can't get any lower, she is hit with a string of personal adversities, each worse than the one before it. She feels lost, alone, and desperate to end it all at her own hand.
Feeling like an amateur boxer in the ring with Life, she is no match for her opponent. Tess is intensely unprepared, with poor coping skills. Her tool box is nearly empty except for booze, men, and excuses to remain a victim of circumstance.
Does Tess have what it takes to pull from deep within the strength and courage to take action to change her life before she kills herself?
What happens to raise her awareness that if it doesn't kill you, it can only make you stronger?
To order copies of I No Longer Color My hair
$13 special Pre-order price!
by Miriam L. Jacobs
Tess is a young woman living an amazing life, only she doesn't know how amazing it is. Plagued with self-doubt, low self-esteem, major insecurities, and multiple phobias, she goes through life living in a self-induced hell.
When her father dies from a tragic accident, she experiences loss but mistakes it for abandonment. She falls into the arms of men, attempting to find love, marrying multiple times - each man exactly like her father.
Just when Tess thinks that her life can't get any lower, she is hit with a string of personal adversities, each worse than the one before it. She feels lost, alone, and desperate to end it all at her own hand.
Feeling like an amateur boxer in the ring with Life, she is no match for her opponent. Tess is intensely unprepared, with poor coping skills. Her tool box is nearly empty except for booze, men, and excuses to remain a victim of circumstance.
Does Tess have what it takes to pull from deep within the strength and courage to take action to change her life before she kills herself?
What happens to raise her awareness that if it doesn't kill you, it can only make you stronger?
To order copies of I No Longer Color My hair$13 special Pre-order price!
Prologue
I No Longer Color My Hair
“Stop! Wait! Is it too late to change my mind? What if I hate it? I'll have to come back to have you cut it all off!” she whined. “And, Andre… if you won’t chop it off… I’ll just do it myself!”
Andre pursed his thick lips and proceeded to apply the hair color to his anxiety-ridden client. He had been doing Tess' hair for ten years now and he'd heard it all. “Listen, Miss Tess,” he lisped, “You don't know how fierce you are and changing your damn hair colors all the time is not going to bring it out! Girlfriend, you better dig deep and pull that ferocious beast out of you! I’m so tired of hearing the same old song from you, girl!”
Tess had tears in her eyes. Nothing new, just unusual for what she was about to do. Crying was a part of who she had become; she just accepted that the floodgates would open at the drop of a hat. She knew that the few friends she had left and her entire family did not understand these crying jags, especially not her mother. Tess could hear her mother’s beautiful stern voice now, “Tess! Stop whining and be strong! You need God in your life! I'm telling you, if you had God, all of these things wouldn't be bothering you the way they are. I hope I live long enough to see you have kids. God knows you’ve given me enough heartache! Ummpff!”
The conversation with her mom was so vivid, as if it happened yesterday, when it actually was over a month ago. Why was she still dwelling on it and letting her mother control her thoughts?
As Tess continued to mope in the stylist’s chair, she had a plethora of nagging thoughts corroding her brain. Her mind was hazy; her eyes felt heavy, the tears continued to fall.
For a very long time, Tess was not happy with the state of her life. She knew that everyone who told her that she needed to change was right. She just didn’t have a clue how to change her life. She was so used to getting her way that she had grown accustomed to it. It was expected that other people would bail her out, give her money, watch her kids, come to her emotional rescue, and save her from herself.
As she often did, Tess began to drift off into a deep sleep. She was six-years-old again. Happy. Smiling. What went wrong? Where is that happy dimpled girl who was so carefree, so filled with love, so happy with life? How could she regain that childlike innocence… could she, before she took drastic measures?
copyright 2009 by Author Miriam L. Jacobs
All rights reserved.
“Stop! Wait! Is it too late to change my mind? What if I hate it? I'll have to come back to have you cut it all off!” she whined. “And, Andre… if you won’t chop it off… I’ll just do it myself!”
Andre pursed his thick lips and proceeded to apply the hair color to his anxiety-ridden client. He had been doing Tess' hair for ten years now and he'd heard it all. “Listen, Miss Tess,” he lisped, “You don't know how fierce you are and changing your damn hair colors all the time is not going to bring it out! Girlfriend, you better dig deep and pull that ferocious beast out of you! I’m so tired of hearing the same old song from you, girl!”
Tess had tears in her eyes. Nothing new, just unusual for what she was about to do. Crying was a part of who she had become; she just accepted that the floodgates would open at the drop of a hat. She knew that the few friends she had left and her entire family did not understand these crying jags, especially not her mother. Tess could hear her mother’s beautiful stern voice now, “Tess! Stop whining and be strong! You need God in your life! I'm telling you, if you had God, all of these things wouldn't be bothering you the way they are. I hope I live long enough to see you have kids. God knows you’ve given me enough heartache! Ummpff!”
The conversation with her mom was so vivid, as if it happened yesterday, when it actually was over a month ago. Why was she still dwelling on it and letting her mother control her thoughts?
As Tess continued to mope in the stylist’s chair, she had a plethora of nagging thoughts corroding her brain. Her mind was hazy; her eyes felt heavy, the tears continued to fall.
For a very long time, Tess was not happy with the state of her life. She knew that everyone who told her that she needed to change was right. She just didn’t have a clue how to change her life. She was so used to getting her way that she had grown accustomed to it. It was expected that other people would bail her out, give her money, watch her kids, come to her emotional rescue, and save her from herself.
As she often did, Tess began to drift off into a deep sleep. She was six-years-old again. Happy. Smiling. What went wrong? Where is that happy dimpled girl who was so carefree, so filled with love, so happy with life? How could she regain that childlike innocence… could she, before she took drastic measures?
copyright 2009 by Author Miriam L. Jacobs
All rights reserved.
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