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All of the people that I have ever shared my stories with, had a response similar to J Kirks. Many people felt that it would make a great movie and that people would be inspired by it. From those perspectives, I have come to see that my writing is in some ways, not my own. For in the final analysis, I want to contribute. My intention is for my writing to reach many people. From that place of unity in my heart, I give you Scarlet Waters. Rather than writing an author bio, I invite you to share in my memoirs. Holiday Shapero

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All of the people that I have ever shared my stories with, had a response similar to J Kirks. Many people felt that it would make a great movie and that people would be inspired by it. From those perspectives, I have come to see that my writing is in some ways, not my own. For in the final analysis, I want to contribute. My intention is for my writing to reach many people. From that place of unity in my heart, I give you Scarlet Waters. Rather than writing an author bio, I invite you to share in my memoirs. Holiday Shapero

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first began writing Scarlet Waters in 1989. Every time I got a ways into it, I ripped it to shreds. I even completed it twice, but I burned it. In 2013 after Zahid's death (my lover, my brother, my husband) I returned to Scarlet Waters once again. One night I ran into J Kirk (a modern day Jack Kerouac) at the Hydro Bar in Calistoga. We spoke of Zahid's death and then he asked me what I was doing. "Writing. Want to hear some?" At two AM I was still reading and we were drinking Old Tom's Gin. He asked "why didn't you ever tell me you were a writer?" "I'm not a writer. I'm a story teller." "You're a writer and this is some of the best I've ever heard. I'll help you. Whatever you need. Please don't destroy this book again. This is literature."