Little did I know, when I first started this blog, what it would come to mean to me. What it would do for me. How it would help me, as a writer. But while I was having my morning coffee a couple of days ago, I had an epiphany. I’ll tell you about it in a minute. First, a quick story.
I’m writing a book. It’s about my mother, at a time when her health was declining; and she needed my help. About a year ago I was having lunch with a fellow writer. One thing led to another. I won’t bore you with all the details, but she highly recommended her editor.
At the time I was at the half way point. It was a draft, not yet polished. Still, the editor suggested I send her twenty-five pages. When she got back to me, she insisted I wasn’t being honest. “Where’s the resentment?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you weren’t angry with your mother”. Truth is, I wasn’t.
If she’d asked for more pages she would have found out what had upset me. There were feelings I shared. Just not the ones she wanted me to feel. Turned out she hated her mother; and projected her own feelings on to me. Clearly we weren’t a good fit.
Since then I’ve done more work on my book. A few months ago I had a breakthrough. Important enough to stop writing and Continue reading →