In Masterful, part memoir, infernal philosophy, empowering discourse, and bold thoughts about J.K. Rowling’s famed Potions Master, author and Snape lyricist Logospilgrim shares her story of personal fulfillment and liberation, touching on subjects ranging from religion to atheism, PTSD to healing and defiance, self-denial to self-celebration. Outrageous, poignant, insightful, irreverent, Masterful is a singular, audacious work written for outsiders, mavericks, and survivors.
You can get your copy now on lulu: Masterful: Severus Snape, a Jar of Cockroaches, and Me
It’ll also be available on Amazon at some point in February. But it is better for me if you purchase from lulu.
The morning after publication, I tweeted this:
Slowly waking up. I did wake up early this morning, felt weepy, eventually dozed off again… Happy that it finally happened, that the book is done, and I’ll no doubt cry again when the physical copies arrive and I’m holding one of them in my hands…
I put all that I had in this book. The thought that some may be encouraged by what they read thrills me. I wrote the book for myself, and for those who will be encouraged by words I wish I’d read years ago.
It’s a book that says, celebrate yourself. Become deeply aware of who you are, and walk away from those who would deny you of yourself.
There are time when it’s important and vital to be selfish. There’s such a stigma attached to this word, as though to treat oneself with dignity is tasteless, an abomination; as though to acknowledge our own importance to ourselves is “subpar.”
If I hadn’t finally learned to be important to myself, I wouldn’t be where I am now. When I started treating myself as important, as my top concern, I was able to evolve, to change the things about me that tripped me up. And what I can’t change, even that began to improve.
I’ll exult if some are emboldened by the book. I’ll take great pleasure in their joy. My pleasure is a selfish act, because it does have strings attached: it’s not “selfless.” The enjoyment others experience because of what I’ve written makes my heart do flips, it’s sensual.
I also wrote the book because of another “sin”: pride. I wrote things down, created a book, and I’m putting it out there. I believe I have an ability to write things that move certain people, that I do so with a unique poetry and perspective.
I do repeat this in the book: be proud of yourself. I write about self-preservation, about thriving, about self-reverence. Since I actively began embodying the mindset these attitudes involve, my life is so much more vibrant, joyful, and I have so much more to give.
When I wrote a sentence, I kept daring myself to do it. Over and over from beginning to end. “Be proud, be strong,” I told myself. And whatever weaknesses I have, those are fine too; I learn to juggle what I have gracefully, skillfully. Weaknesses can make you skillful.
The key is to respect yourself. It’s innate, and acquired. I have perfected my self-respect, and continue doing so. In this book, I acknowledged and respected everything about myself: my loves, my anger, my thoughts, my abilities, my failures and triumphs. And I share it all.
This book won’t be for everyone; that’s fine too. I didn’t write it for everyone. It’ll speak to some people; it’s for them. I no longer try to be all things to all people. Those days are over. Because I Am that I Am. I don’t try to squeeze myself into molds where I won’t fit.
And that’s why I have more to give than ever, because I value myself as I am, as I’ve developed. And when a person tells me that what I wrote made them feel good, that it liberated them in some ways, it’s like I freed myself all over again. It’s so powerful.
So again… If you read the book and it delights you, thank you for giving me such pleasure, the pleasure of your delight, of our lives connecting, of the pleasure that comes when minds meet, when lives entwine, leaving both parties true to their individuality. Hail Thyself.
I’m tired, but very happy.
And I’m telling you… this book has bite.
Delectable photo sessions soon, of the Prince of Serpents kind.
I’m strongly considering going to Leaky in Orlando this summer…