My book is materializing
Progress!
I am happy to report:
I declared this summer one of work. I have spent this summer both healing, reading and writing.
I have gotten to 220 pages of my memoir! So I pretty much have it all written and now, I just need to edit, revise, and do some re-structuring.
Quite frankly, I got tired of the excuses and the jealousy I felt after reading an amazing memoir and seeing authors I admired end up at Chautauqua Institution.
I got disgusted with myself and thought—
Well, then, Danielle, stop wallowing and DO something about it!
Books aren’t going to write themselves.
And I will never know if my book is the colossal short-coming I’ve set it up in my mind to be, in my moments of perfectionism and imposter syndrome, unless—-
I actually fucking write it.
It has also been healing and cathartic.
I am happy that I have a draft. It feels validating; I can do this.
I knew that I could write. I do it all the time. But I now know that I can put together a book.
And though I’ve been working on it for several years, considering what I would write in it—
I also wrote it mostly in less than two weeks, spending hours a day, writing at the library in my small town.
I am proud and looking forward to how this all materializes.
Thank you for your dedicated readership, dear readers.
