Obviously, this isn’t the way to submit work to a professional journal by a professional, but my analyst keeps asking, “Are you published yet?” Since I haven’t found the high school kid I need to hyperlink the chapters for Kindle – who I’m sure will be happy to oblige in exchange for a couple of pizzas and a wine cooler or two when his mother isn’t looking –I thought this might be a place to start.
My name is Kate Levison. I live on the Gulf Coast of Florida and am in analysis with Dr. Daniel Jeremiah Nachman. He warns me regularly not to ever use his name, so he may shoot me for giving out that information, but I figure you need to know I’m legitimate. The enclosed is based on my experiences with him – letters, haiku, short stories and the like.
He prodded my “passion,” as he calls it, away from nursing and into a grad program so I could get training in analysis. He said, “If I had my choice, I’d send you to Chicago or New York.” I know the caliber of those schools, so from a comment like that, he must think I could be reasonably good at his job. But at this time, other than an undergrad in psych and two years pre-pharmacy/pre-nursing medical training, I’m not credentialed. I didn’t know Freud was a neurologist until I read his bio in Wikipedia.
Dr. Nachman read a few pieces – those attached plus some others – then told me I should publish and that my work might be quite popular. Apparently he finds me more than amusing. For example:
Reshaping the Psychoanalytic Domain was on his desk from the day I started. I have a background in interior design and color theory, so naturally I assumed that it referred to cutting edge furniture and art arrangement in an analytical office. When I complimented him on his aesthetic taste, he doubled over laughing. When he finally straightened up, he explained it was about child analysts Melanie Klein and D.W. Winnicott, and that, no, the latter did not write Winnie-the-Pooh, though kudos to you, Katy, as there is for sure a connection between Winnicott and Pooh when it comes to transitional objects like teddy bears and other such stuffies.
In any case, I thought I’d see if any of my work is suitable for publication in your publication. I wrote the haiku Psycho Surgeon after I figured out that his Freudian divan is just as much a gurney as my surgeon’s operating table. There’s a letter that goes along with that but it’s locked in the hard drive of my defunct PC. I don’t have fifty dollars to get Office Depot to rescue it, but I did meet a woman at a bar who said she’d do it for the cost of a flash drive as well as one or two other things involved in that domain. I wish I could send it to you. It nails down psychoanalysis as nothing short of self-done laparoscopic/neurologic surgery. When I wrote it, I didn’t know just how accurate that description was, but things are getting clearer and clearer as time goes on.