Find The Good Ones or Let Me Go Episode Two

by Sabine Shepherd

Overview

The perfect mini read for your commute.
Find The Good Ones is the story of Diane, a young girl growing up in Post Industrial American. It begins in the late 1950's, the time of Martin Luther King and black and white television. The child of a laborer she was raised out of the rugged cloth of the northern Wisconsin wilds, where the winters are savage and the summers short. She is a naive child who believes her life to be normal. It isn't until she is an adult that she faces the reality of the impoverished, abusive, non-functional thing she knew to be life. The story is told in episodes or editions.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940152973655
Publisher:	Sabine Shepherd
Publication date:	04/12/2016
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	134 KB
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

I distinctly remember the first time I picked up a pen to create something of my own. I was in seventh grade in the school cafeteria during what they called “study hall’. Of course, no one studied at all, they visited with neighbors, made paper footballs, and caught flies on a hair lasso, [you really did have to be there]. Seventh grade was the year I stopped eating school lunch, all the cool kids went across the street to the gas station and hung out by the dumpsters. So when the bell did rang, being as cool as I was, I headed for the dumpsters. I was the youngest of five in a lower to middle class family. Because I had two older brothers, and two older sister, I always sort of felt like an only child. The two boys would be off doing whatever boys did back then at that age, and the two sisters were very close in age, so they were always either doing high school girl things together, or trying to scratch each other’s eyes out! Either way, I wanted no part of it. I developed a love of reading in grade school. This blossomed when Mom signed me up for one of those books of the month clubs. So here I sat in study hall, doodling on a piece of notebook paper, drawing silly hearts and practicing fancy letters. Art class was my favorite, I loved to sketch. This day I was especially bored. I was also in a dark mood; not angry, sort of creepy, and odd. I started jotting little lines on the paper. “Swinging a swing like on a thread. Polly has gotten out of bed. Mommy’s going to the park, wasn’t planned, just on a Lark. Puts Polly in the little swing, Push me, Push me, in this thing. Mommy’s chatting with her bud, she’s got her shoe all full of mud. Turns around and loses her head, Polly fell, her babies dead.” ~ by Sabine Shepherd~ TaDa! A writer is born, yep that really is the first thing I ever wrote. I’m sure you can see how I went straight to sonnets from there. Surprisingly my friends, the cool kids that stood outside at the gas station, they all loved it. They encouraged me all the time and I felt good about me. So I began to turn out a couple poems or rhymes a day. I wrote dark birthday cards for my friends Mostly low caliber, but it sparked something that kept growing and never left the back of my personality. While in college, there was a certain professor who took an interest in my writing. He complemented me on my writing style, and said, “Your essay made me cry”. I apologized of course, and he said, “No, no, the first sign of a really good writer is, can you MAKE–THEM-FEEL-SOMETHING? A writer who can make a reader cry is an excellent writer. Then he asked if I was published, I said “no” with a chuckle, and he said I should be. I was so excited, euphoric really! I started to write a novel that day. It was just little stories about life. But life went on, I put it down and After 24 years along came Face Book, and I found a floppy disk [that is right], with 5 chapters of a long ago written novel on it. I looked at what I had written, and honestly was astonished, not too bad really. I needed a second opinion, so I sent a little of it to a face book friend, just a little. Sat back and held my breath. Cindy loved it! Said I had wonderful skills, she could not wait to get more! She said she cried. Wow! That’s the best thing anyone can say right? Linda said she really liked it, she was enjoying reading and that my “imagery” was wonderful! She can’t wait for the next chapter. Then was Rose, said I was magnificent and that I had found my calling! So here you are, not me, you. Reading my somewhat sketchy Biography, because I thought I should write about the things I know. I write about my life, embellished. I write about your life, just life, embellished. My work is a mix of fact and fiction, fact dramatized. I hope that you are getting ready to enjoy a part of one of my novels or short stories Welcome. You’ll find my life has been somewhat mundane, but my mind has traveled places only my readers can truly know. ~Sabine~