The other day I wrote on Facebook that I was having trouble going into book marketing mode because of the outcome of the presidential election. It seemed crass, unseemly, to be cheerily promoting my book when I was feeling so distraught. In response, several people suggested that I send a copy of Getting Naked for Money to Hillary Clinton. I liked the idea for…well, many reasons, some of which I’ll detail here. I inscribed the book “To the president of my heart. Long may you prosper” and enclosed the following letter.
November 14, 2016
I’m sure you’re getting lots of mail – maybe literally tons – from people telling you how much you and your campaign have meant to them, how heartbroken they are at the outcome. I hope the fact that you have touched so many lives has brought you some solace. Me, I waver between fury and despair and hope that all the energy you’ve generated – in spite of what the press said about an “uninspired” campaign – will bear fruit, even in these dark hours. I’m not sure which is worse: The uncertainty of how bad things could be or the absolute certainty that nothing good can come out of this election.
I’ve enclosed a present to you, my memoir. There are many reasons I’m sending it to you, including the facts that it’s funny and so might be a nice distraction. Also, you have a cameo role in it. Years ago, when you were the First Lady and checking into the Hilton Palacio del Rio in San Antonio, I waited outside to shake your hand. What made the event memoir-worthy was the blind rancor that had been directed toward you by my hostess, the hotel’s PR person, for no reason. It’s all there, in Chapter 10.
But what I really wanted to tell you was how you helped me finish and publish the book. It’s taken me at least a dozen years to write this memoir, with rejections by agents, the sense that I was getting too old to publish it, blah, blah, blah. Your presidential runs, both in 2008 and this latest, kept me motivated. If you could pick yourself up and dust yourself off, I could too.
You may not be president, though you won the popular vote and you should be, but you will always be my inspiration. No FBI interference or voter suppression – and I firmly believe both were your downfall, not anything you did – can change that.
Your eternal fan,
This is day 3 in my NaBoMarMo Challenge. The last time — just last week, though it seems a century ago — that I posted about how Hillary Clinton inspired me, some people unsubscribed to my blog. That’s okay. I’m not going to be timid about politics any more. This is a safe space for those who are #StillWithHer — thus the safety pin illustration — and also those who are not, though I reserve the right to delete any hateful comments.