title: Writing Out the Storm: Reading and Writing Your Way Through Serious Illness or Injury
author:  Barbara Abercrombie 
description: Ignore the title, which is bad. It's okay, even, to ignore the writing exercises. Barbara Abercrombie's Writing Out the Storm: Reading and Writing Your Way Through Serious Illness or Injury is a moving, unsentimental portrait of the author with breast cancer, as she navigates her fear of death and love of writing with intelligence and grace; it's a worthwhile book for anyone who's ever thought about writing or thought about sickness. With excerpts from the famous (Raymond Carver, Andre Dubus, Gilda Radner) and the un- (a Spanish-speaking woman who distances herself from her cancer by only writing about it in English), Abercrombie, who teaches in the UCLA Extension Writer's Program, shows how others have dealt with mortal issues and how "nothing can heal the spirit like creativity and faith."<br />Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: Desolation Point
  
  Lisa Phillips
  
    
  
    
  
  Copyright 2019 Lisa Phillips
  
    
  
  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or
  used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the
  publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
  
    
  
  Publisher Lisa Phillips
  
  Cover design Ryan Schwarz
  
  Edited by [_www.jenwieber.com_](http://www.jenwieber.com/)
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  _CONTENTS_
  
    
  
  _Chapter 1_
  
   _Chapter 2_
  
   _Chapter 3_
  
   _Chapter 4_
  
   _Chapter 5_
  
   _Chapter 6_
  
   _Chapter 7_
  
   _Chapter 8_
  
   _Chapter 9_
  
   _Chapter 10_
  
   _Chapter 11_
  
   _Chapter 12_
  
   _Chapter 13_
  
   _Chapter 14_
  
   _Chapter 15_
  
   _Chapter 16_
  
   _Chapter 17_
  
   _Chapter 18_
  
   _Chapter 19_
  
   _Chapter 20_
  
   _Chapter 21_
  
   _Epilogue_
  
  Chapter 1
  
  “I need your help.”
  
  Deputy Sheriff Ellie Maxwell shook her head and continued her trudge up the
  hill. Wasn’t talking to yourself the first sign of madness? She sure felt
  crazy being out here after midnight.
  
  Her flashlig