On Print - The Book of Carlos

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So, it made it. It passed review. The Book of Carlos can now be held and flipped through with warmth.

So, it made it. It passed review. The Book of Carlos can now be held and flipped through with warmth. I’m still waiting on approval of my audiobook version. It’s all very surreal.

I wasn’t planning on writing a book… and now there are seven? And now one of them is on actual paper? There is a good thing and a bad thing about it all.

The good thing is that it’s a book and it represents achievement (maybe not my kind of achievement). There are people who actually want to write books, and this was never really a goal of mine. I mean, perhaps at some point I thought about it, and who knows, maybe somewhere inside of me it could have been—but no. I have other goals that trump the thought of a book. So, in all honesty, this was not planned.

This was venting. This was toxin. This is pain. This is heartache. I’m hurting.

It is nice to see a visual graph, so to speak, of gradual progression. So I can say this might be the best type of visual presentation for what ails me and how far I’ve come—with God. But I am in no way happy about what has happened to me.

If I hadn’t gone through what I have gone through, there would be no growth, there would be no trauma, and there would be no book. But I did go through these events, and I am a traumatized human.

Would I have it any other way? Maybe.

I do feel like I’m on the right side of God, which is the main goal. And if I had to redo any of it to have my mother back—no thought needed. I guess I will have to wait until my actual end.


The Book of Carlos is now live on Amazon and in paperback.

https://a.co/d/02Exrrcv

UPDATE! 2/4/26

The Book of Carlos now officially on Audible!

https://a.co/d/06cm2NJW

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