Still trying to turn this turd into a diamond.
Writing a book is nothing like writing a blog. And I’m getting help.
My friend Brenda went over what I wrote and made really helpful comments and so did Cheryl. I”m taking in what they both said and trying to incorporate it into my voice. And here’s the conclusion I’ve come to.
This is fucking hard.
They say I have to think of myself like a character. I have to describe myself.
You just try doing that. I’ve been fighting my weight all my life. I’m definitely overweight but when I tried to describe myself for the book the closest I could get was “not thin”. Don’t worry, I’m not a blimp but I could definitely afford to lose a few. Well maybe a little more than a few.
Even talking about dave. I can write about all the mean things he’s done but I can’t write anything mean about who he is. I still won’t say anything that I think will hurt him.
This blog may be the best I can do. That wouldn’t be too terrible. It’s saved my life.
At my lowest point I found something I love to do. I sit down in front of my computer thinking I have nothing to say and the words just flow. If I didn’t have this the loss of my husband would have devastated me. Now for the most part it’s just been a forced change of direction. Well a little more than that but I think you know what I mean.
So I’ll still try to write this book but I’ll keep up with my true love, my blog.
More important than all that. I’m trying to cut costs so I’ve got to decide “People” or “Us” ?