It has taken over my life.
The book that I am working on has begun to consume almost every waking moment. When I wake up in the middle of the night, as I’m prone to do, I find myself thinking about where in the story I am working and where I’m going with it the next day.
When I’m in the shower in the morning, I am often reflecting a personal truth relating to my adoption experience. When I’m driving I’m writing (Not physically, heaven forbid! I’m planning and thinking.) When I’m taking a walk, I’m writing. When I’m cooking dinner, I’m writing. When Gerry tells me he’ll be late coming home, my first thought is that I’ll have more time for writing.
I’m learning a lot about myself through this process that I started early last year, some of which I will share as time goes by. My point this morning, is that writing a memoir is not for the faint-of-heart. For me, it’s not a once-a-month Saturday morning activity. The experience of writing this memoir has become an all consuming task that I am constantly working on.
I hope that the finished product will be something worthy of all of this effort!