I am very proud of myself that I was able to restrain myself from going off on my mother just now. This is unbelievable:

Twelve years ago my mother wrote 'a novel'. It is actually her true memoirs. She only ever-so-slightly changed the names of the people. It doesn't have a plot, but she insists it's a fictional novel. It's all about her and how she can't cope with my father's death.

She self-published it and has sold a good amount of copies.

She disclosed all the deep, dark family secrets. True things that some family members didn't know. Then she had the gall to insist that everybody buy the book. The people who learned some terrible things through this book, then or course, don't speak to her and are furious.

Since then, she also self-published other stories that were fiction. She refuses to follow any rules of writing, so although she calls them novels, I don't know what they are. She actually sells a good amount of these books and has strangers love her books and complement her. She forces us all to buy the books and won't stop harassing us until we read the books. This for me is torture. I can't stand her books!

But then she re-wrote the memoirs book over three times and re-published it under different names, again changing the characters names to be just slightly different from the people's real names.

I had another thread on here that talked about how she has run out of money and I now give her money monthly so she can stay in her home.

Today she tells me she is re-writing the book again!