I finished my manuscript! Done. Cue the freakin’ band!
“The past grows inside of you. Will it be a tumor or a story that can be shared and spread across the sky?” Ann-Marie Macdonald
A story. A book. A memoir. A collection of 15 connected stories that illustrate everything my heart has been accumulating.
The unspeakable. THE TRUTH.
Those who meet me today, might be shocked to learn how much darkness I was carrying, how much pain I was storing, how broken I was. It was agonizing for me to write this book, to go there and sit in it, again and again. It NEVER got easier.
Several times I reached out to other writers and asked them hard questions about writing true stories. I even asked the Universe for signs to stop writing this book, it was just too hard! But, all I ever got back were clear signs to keep on trucking, words of wisdom from other writers I couldn’t ignore and an irrefutable ache within my own heart that told me I just couldn’t give up.
I put it all on the page. I had to go inside and turn it all inside out. I had to carefully choose each and every word and tell THIS story. I have so much more to say about the actual writing of this book, about the process of writing (mama mia), about the content, but I really can’t right now…
Right now, I just want to let you all know that I did it. I finished my book. (This is where I’ve been for so long.) I went back inside the fire. I ran ten marathons. I climbed the tallest mountains. I put one word on the page after another, day after day after day. I finished it because I couldn’t live with the burden of not finishing it anymore. I made it to the other side.
I’m still catching my breath.
Love d xo