Despite a mountain of unfinished drafts, I am compelled to start another book. While drafting an essay something clicked, a connection was made in my brain, and I want to share those thoughts in a way that will create similar connections for the reader. Maybe this will be the one I actually complete. Excitement drives the ceremonious opening of a new Word doc. After typing a couple hundred words it occurred to me that some of what I had just written would work well for another book I’ve thought about writing. No harm in jotting them down for another day so I opened another new document. The next thing I know
It’s human nature to save the worst for last, right? At least when it comes to writing the hard stuff. I’m finishing up the first draft of my first memoir. It’s about the darkest period of my life, a time I haven’t wanted to revisit. Now I’m bringing it all out into the light. I’ve always hated who I was back then. Now I want to understand that young woman and give her the love and compassion she deserves. Unfortunately the only way to get there is to step back into that darkness. So, of course, I left the most painful memories for the last of the chapters to be written.