“Anyone can give up, it’s the easiest thing in the world to do.
But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that’s true strength.”
Writing a memoir feels like running 100 marathons back to back. I’ve felt euphorically triumphant AND deflated and hopeless.
Slowly but surely, I’m making progress. 13.5 chapters down; 2.5 chapters to go!
Around the Holidays, I set a goal of finishing by March. There are many reasons to give up on that deadline now. I lost my father and I have so much else on my mind and on my “to do” list.
Yet, finishing this mega-marathon of a memoir is more important than ever.
Writing scenes that include my dad will be tough. Perhaps its a way of bringing him back into 3D. Or maybe this will hurt more… I don’t know. The pain is there, whether I write about it or not.