This winter I’ve been writing a book – a memoir.
Until now, I’ve been holding it close to my chest. This was because I wasn’t sure if I could complete it. Also I didn’t want any outside pressure to get it done.
It’s not quite finished yet, but I am closing in on the last chapter, so I now feel confident to divulge what I’ve been up to.
I admit it was a rather daunting undertaking to launch into writing a memoir. But it turns out I had a lot to say and the ink flowed fast. The process has been a cathartic release – therapeutic to the Nth degree.
I feel like I’m exposing myself a fair amount in it. No – there are no nude photos, however, I do bare my soul and feel I’ve pushed my level of sharing beyond my comfort zone. So I am nervous announcing my story.
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Onwards we go…