February 14, 2014
On October 10th, 2013 I so cutely wrote, " But I need you to know that I have full intentions of writing our entire story out, in the format of a book," like this would be an easy feat. Now I'm scoffing at myself, and trying to insert my foot in my mouth. Why? you ask.
Because writing this "book" is turning out to be harder than I want it to be. It's now 4 months later and I've got exactly 1,565 words written with not a ton of motivation to keep trudging forward. I keep finding myself getting caught up in all the tiniest of tiny details, trying to decipher what's important and what's not. Then I change my mind and just start typing EVERYTHING out but that causes me to lose focus in developing the actual story.
Having to take a step back and realize that this is going to be a process for me, not something that I can crank out over a few hours. And truthfully, hashing out some of these details can cause me to lose focus because, naturally, my mind drifts back to those times. Some of times Richard and I shared were very heavy; others were perfect. A lot of little things (and big) happened over our short time together and, currently, I'm finding it draining to try to get them all out.
As much as I'd like to stick my foot in my mouth right about now I am grateful I had the inclination to publicly declare that I was taking on such a challenge as writing a book. I suppose I subconsciously knew that I would need to announce it to a bunch of people so that I would stick with it. Public declaration is a great form of accountability. Don't let me slip, guys. I'm counting on you.
Writing hard and clear about what hurts.