THE MEMOIR

Once again the blog has been crickets, but this time there’s a valid excuse besides raising – I mean chasing – three kids.

After the last post on August 21:

How to Dad Badly

This happened on October 9:

THE END

Six weeks and 40,000 words later, I completed the first draft of a memoir.

The fire was lit by my colleague and compadre from the San Joaquin Valley, Tim Z. Hernandez. Tim is a phenomenal writer and I have a lot of respect for the work he does on and off the page and who he is as a person. He read the HOW TO DAD BADLY post and told me he felt there was more there and he could feel the urgency in the writing, that this story needed to come out. I felt it, too – and got to work immediately.

I’m a member of the old school – I get it done early. That puts me at the keyboard in the dark hours of the morning, hammering at the keys long before sunrise, coffee hot enough to pucker lips. I need the quiet and lack of distraction – in a few hours all the other creatures in the house start waking up and it’s off to the races. It’s a lot different than my method used to be, but if The Muse summons me at 4:30 AM, well, so be it. I saw the story unfold like a movie and mapped it out, and these snapshots and scenes became short stories, which became chapters, and when put together they became this:

DRAFT #1

Which became Draft 2:

DRAFT #2

Which became Draft 3:

Which became the Final Draft:

FINAL DRAFT

That’s 54,000 words of blood and guts.

That’s what it’s all about. Just to answer your question.

It focuses on the years 1987-1991, when I was in 8th grade following me to the beginning of my Senior year at Scarborough High in Houston, Texas. During this time I was in a cult.

WHAT CULT?

You’ll have to read the book to find out. But the story is more than that – it’s a survival story. Surviving abuse, puberty, religion, it’s a testament to the saving nature of friendship. It’s also a testament to a time when American culture was about to shift dramatically, as we left the 80s and entered the 90s. It’s also an insightful critique of American Christianity.

While a few copies of the manuscript are going to some trusted friends for a bit of feedback, I’m on the hunt for an agent. That means I need to wrap this thing up into a query letter and a full narrative nonfiction book proposal. That’s where the real “work” of this whole process takes place.

Once I get some of these stones rolling I’m gonna start the sequel. I got a whole series in mind, to tell you the truth – all under the Screams from the Trees banner. It’s certainly an appropriate metaphor for my life.

Which is why I changed the focus of this website, yet again. 

SCREAMS FROM THE TREES BANNER

The tagline is now: MY CRAZY JOURNEY TO BECOMING A BETTER MAN.

The whole DAD thing was too stifling, to be honest. While being a good dad will always be the most important work of my life, it is just one aspect of who I am and who I have been. The big picture here, though, is who I am becoming as a person. That’s the real story and I’ve been building a fire my whole lifetime to finally tell it. I just needed the right vehicle.

Screams from the Trees started out as this crazy idea – Chels and I bought a ridiculously large camper and stuffed our three kids and two dogs inside and we were going to hit the road indefinitely and chronicle our adventures on a website, on YouTube, on Social Media, the whole kabob. Then COVID hit and completely derailed our plans with the caboose, among other things. Well, what was the story then? Once we were no longer on the road, what next? 

I thought about the whole Dad thing. But it had to get deeper than that. I’m no expert on being a dad. I do my best to be a good one, and I’m fortunate to have the time and resources to spend a lot of time with my kids, but by no means am I Mr. Perfect over here. I can’t offer much advice other than read a book, exercise patience, and as Great-Grandma Papagni taught me, above all else, love. What else can I say?

So here we are, the next evolution of Screams from the Trees. I finally realized it’s the right vehicle.

I’ll be posting excerpts from the book here – stay tuned.

Thanks for your support!

Nate

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