Well, it’s been a little while, hasn’t it? I’ve been thinking about writing in this blog for a while now and have been feeling hesitant/resistant/overly introspective and fearful to share, though, my intention is to continue to go on.
I know I may have mentioned how unnerving it’s been to write my memoir. It’s scary really. It’s scary to think about publishing it too. But I always knew that I wanted to write it. I did purposely wait until my parents passed away – not that this mattered in the scheme of things. Neither one of them would have bothered to read it. And now that they are gone and I have written it, I do not feel any less guilty about all that.
No, this is not the story about the single set of footsteps of Jesus carrying me on the beach. That’s what I think of whenever I see that something is entitled “Footsteps.”
This is about following over your own footsteps in editing, going over another pass through a chapter, section, or a whole manuscript you’ve been working on time and time again. Polishing, refinishing, and all that. Of course, there does need to be some kind of “scratch track” there first before you can really start going over those initial footsteps.
Looking back again, in the spring of 2012, I was contemplating a few different titles. I knew deep in my heart I wanted Shrapnel, but I had “Blast” and “Invisible Ink” as possibilities too. What was most interesting though was that I stated,
First, welcome to my writer’s blog. I’m going to be using this thing specifically for “the writing process,” like a past and present diary, and plan to share what’s on the path as I learn to get better.
Like most people, I have never written a memoir before. It was not an easy task and I have a lot to express about what it took to get here. Not only that, I want to keep track of how far I still have to go. Perhaps that will be of some interest to some.