What has been a real eye-opener for me was the journey I took to publish my brother, Damon Chandler’s poetry. Looking back to 2003, Damon spent about a year dropping by my house regularly, pecking out something – I didn’t know what exactly – on my PC keyboard – using his two index fingers. I was working a demanding administrative job at the time and caring for my 90 year-old mother, so I didn’t pay much attention. One day, he presented me with a manuscript he was planning to publish. “I’m giving you a copy”, he said, “because one of your poems is included” Really? Sure enough, he had gotten a copy of a poem in my high school yearbook and put it in the introduction to his collection of poetry. I was charmed – I never realized he had paid any attention to my writing. I had often heard him recite his own poems – sometimes during stand-up comedy routines or at gatherings of friends and family. I hadn’t realized he planned to publish them – and certainly not mine!
I found the manuscript in a file one day, years after he had died – still unpublished. As I read through it, and found myself laughing or being touched by so many of the poems, I decided to look into getting them published. After researching publishing houses, I learned that there were several that provided assistance to writers who were willing to self-publish. So, I took that route – I wanted Come Drink from My Cup published so that I could share it with our vast and far-flung Caribbean family and friends, Vietnam Vets and fellow servicemen/women – and all the people in the entertainment world – New York and Los Angeles – whose lives were touched by Damon. I became immersed in organizing, editing, choosing photos to enhance Damon’s story, reviewing and approving galleys and developing ideas for marketing. When I held the finished product in my hand, I knew that I was going to create my own written works and have them published – one way or another. For now, I knew that being a published author didn’t depend on anyone else but me. You might say I was called to the work by my brother, Damon, who showed me that he was inspired by my long-forgotten poem and thought it worthy of publishing.