Casey finally writes "Heathen Slut" & you can help
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Yes, it’s me - Mighty Casey from the interwebz.
I got a memo from the universe last year in the form of recurrence of my breast cancer, this time Stage IV, so it’s a #MetsParty up in here.
Yeah, yeah, in 2020 everyone yelled PANDEMIC and then in 2021 I yelled HOLD MY BEER.
Here’s the thing.
What this means is that my expiration date is, uh, more visible than it is for most folks. The treatment I’m on for my cancer is working, and if I’m in the average group, I’ve got another couple, maybe few, years to live out loud in service of making the world a better place for all humans.
Something I’ve been threatening to do for over 30 years now is to write a memoir. I’ve had the title for it since 1991, when I talked my way out of police custody in Saudi Arabia - “Welcome to My Country Heathen Slut.”
If you want a teaser on where the title came from, check the link in the notes to the ep of my podcast where I tell the very-short version.
I spent my growing-up years always being “the new kid” - in a Navy family, that’s how we roll. I found out young that nuns can be terrorists in black gowns, but moving all the time meant that I didn’t have to deal with any one black-gowned terrorist for too long, and that I developed skills at black-gowned-terrorist management that came in handy in my years in the news business.
I’ve been the first, or among the first, girl through a lot of different doors, including that aforementioned news business.
Now I just have to actually WRITE the book!
Which is where you guys, and this GoFundMe, come in.
I need some help to make room in my schedule to dive deep, dig up ALL THE STORIES outta my memory banks - there are MANY, and some of them are HILARIOUS! - and get them organized into riveting-read form.
Find out why my dad - legit a US Navy Top Gun fighter pilot, "right stuff" all the way - called me the fighter pilot of his three kids.
Find out how I accidentally wound up sitting in the front row to the first draft of history - the news business, specifically Hunter Thompson's "cheap plastic hallway where pimps and thieves run wild, and good [wo]men die like dogs" aka television news.
Find out how I escaped that one time I was kidnapped by a very creepy convicted murderer!
And, of course, find out the full deets on the signature story, the one that's the title of the book, "Welcome to My Country, Heathen Slut," where I got to talk my way out of police custody in Saudi back in 1991.
I need money to hire a book coach, get help building a web presence for the book, pay at least one editor to beat the thing into shape, and also hire a brainiac book promotion expert to help me drive this onto bookshelves - and (crosses fingers) maybe a bestseller list?
Given that my work for the last decade-plus has been focused on making healthcare more friendly to humans versus mega-corp balance sheets, I haven’t exactly been raking in the cash. I earn enough to keep the bills paid, and I live pretty cheap, but I don’t have enough coming in to not have to shake the trees for consulting and producing gigs to keep my lights on.
I really think that Heathen Slut is a book that could help other people, particularly uppity girls and women, navigate their journeys in this still very patriarchal world.
So whaddaya say? Wanna read “Welcome to My Country, Heathen Slut”? If you do, throw a couple bucks in this jar right here.
A few bucks, a wad o’ bucks, whatever you can share, you’ll be breathing life into something that I think could be pretty freakin’ epic. If I do say so myself. I’ve long been known for telling really great true stories about my various adventures - talking my way outta police custody in Saudi, living on a sailboat, by myself, for a dozen years, that time I was sailing in a hurricane, those two times I married really badly?
IT’S ALL MATERIAL!
And guess what? In addition to the book, and building a web presence for it … the book’s gonna have a playlist. A BIG one, since music has been such a big part of my emotional life over the years.
Let’s DO this! Or rather help ME do this!
Whaddaya say?
Just hit that ‘donate’ button, and let’s get this party STARTED.
I got a memo from the universe last year in the form of recurrence of my breast cancer, this time Stage IV, so it’s a #MetsParty up in here.
Yeah, yeah, in 2020 everyone yelled PANDEMIC and then in 2021 I yelled HOLD MY BEER.
Here’s the thing.
What this means is that my expiration date is, uh, more visible than it is for most folks. The treatment I’m on for my cancer is working, and if I’m in the average group, I’ve got another couple, maybe few, years to live out loud in service of making the world a better place for all humans.
Something I’ve been threatening to do for over 30 years now is to write a memoir. I’ve had the title for it since 1991, when I talked my way out of police custody in Saudi Arabia - “Welcome to My Country Heathen Slut.”
If you want a teaser on where the title came from, check the link in the notes to the ep of my podcast where I tell the very-short version.
I spent my growing-up years always being “the new kid” - in a Navy family, that’s how we roll. I found out young that nuns can be terrorists in black gowns, but moving all the time meant that I didn’t have to deal with any one black-gowned terrorist for too long, and that I developed skills at black-gowned-terrorist management that came in handy in my years in the news business.
I’ve been the first, or among the first, girl through a lot of different doors, including that aforementioned news business.
Now I just have to actually WRITE the book!
Which is where you guys, and this GoFundMe, come in.
I need some help to make room in my schedule to dive deep, dig up ALL THE STORIES outta my memory banks - there are MANY, and some of them are HILARIOUS! - and get them organized into riveting-read form.
Find out why my dad - legit a US Navy Top Gun fighter pilot, "right stuff" all the way - called me the fighter pilot of his three kids.
Find out how I accidentally wound up sitting in the front row to the first draft of history - the news business, specifically Hunter Thompson's "cheap plastic hallway where pimps and thieves run wild, and good [wo]men die like dogs" aka television news.
Find out how I escaped that one time I was kidnapped by a very creepy convicted murderer!
And, of course, find out the full deets on the signature story, the one that's the title of the book, "Welcome to My Country, Heathen Slut," where I got to talk my way out of police custody in Saudi back in 1991.
I need money to hire a book coach, get help building a web presence for the book, pay at least one editor to beat the thing into shape, and also hire a brainiac book promotion expert to help me drive this onto bookshelves - and (crosses fingers) maybe a bestseller list?
Given that my work for the last decade-plus has been focused on making healthcare more friendly to humans versus mega-corp balance sheets, I haven’t exactly been raking in the cash. I earn enough to keep the bills paid, and I live pretty cheap, but I don’t have enough coming in to not have to shake the trees for consulting and producing gigs to keep my lights on.
I really think that Heathen Slut is a book that could help other people, particularly uppity girls and women, navigate their journeys in this still very patriarchal world.
So whaddaya say? Wanna read “Welcome to My Country, Heathen Slut”? If you do, throw a couple bucks in this jar right here.
A few bucks, a wad o’ bucks, whatever you can share, you’ll be breathing life into something that I think could be pretty freakin’ epic. If I do say so myself. I’ve long been known for telling really great true stories about my various adventures - talking my way outta police custody in Saudi, living on a sailboat, by myself, for a dozen years, that time I was sailing in a hurricane, those two times I married really badly?
IT’S ALL MATERIAL!
And guess what? In addition to the book, and building a web presence for it … the book’s gonna have a playlist. A BIG one, since music has been such a big part of my emotional life over the years.
Let’s DO this! Or rather help ME do this!
Whaddaya say?
Just hit that ‘donate’ button, and let’s get this party STARTED.
Organizer
Casey Quinlan
Organizer
Tuckahoe, VA