Writing My Book. The Memories Are Getting Too Real

100 pages in to my book and I don’t know if I’ll ever finish writing it.  The facts and story arc is easy.  Memories and emotions, however, take you back.  As if it wasn’t hard enough the first time around, reliving even just a page of it is excruciatingly painful and exhausting.  That weight is back on my shoulders, I’m physically huffing and puffing as I’m writing it, and I don’t know if I can carry all of this to the end of the book.

Much respect to those who write about personal lives, especially their own. Not academic works or works of fiction, but reality that jams deep into the heart and straight into their souls.

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