Writing My Story

I’ve started writing another book. It’s been YEARS since I wrote anything so I have to admit I’m more than a little rusty. To tell the truth, writing about my writing (i.e., blogging like this) has not been coming easy either. As you may have noticed. But let’s not cry over spilled milk (or missed opportunity).

Back to my new writing project … this new book is loosely based on my life. I suppose, I should just call it a memoir. But that sounds so stuffy. I mean like who writes a memoir. Old people. And I’m not that old yet. So I won’t call it a memoir. I’ll just say that it’s ‘based on a true story’.

I’m about 40k words into this project now. I started it last fall, mostly out of a desire to process some old feelings of failure and loss.  Like I’ve always said, writing is cheaper than paying for therapy. The main character in this work starts out as a flat-chested nerdy awkward thirteen year old but we’ll see her grow through her twenties and into her early thirties.

You’ll see her grow through self discovery and first love, through rejection and loneliness. You’ll see her face bullying and find her way out of the darkness of infertility through her faith in God. It’s set in a little southern town in the swamps of northeastern North Carolina (like my beloved Creswell).

It’s my story. I will commit to writing it. I’m not sure if I have the courage to publish it … yet.

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