Sometimes you feel like you have had an epiphany. Other times, a clever line or two just escape your mind and find themselves on a screen. Unfortunate that parchment is far more poetic and there never seems to be parchment around, so you ought to settle for a screen.
In any case though, what was once a hobby turned into a task. And now that I’ve taken some time away from that task, I’m excited to return to a hobby. I’ve read through my manuscript twice, looked at the various comments and suggestions from my editor Sara, and feel a tinge of excitement.
I realize now that I’ve got a good chunk done, but there are missing components. There was that friend I made who I thought I’d be friends with forever, but I’m not. There’s the mistakes I made when it came to being a leader and some harsh lessons that followed. There’s a search and discovery period, a time in which I finally found my love for technology being met by an ability to create and tell stories.
I’ve written the hardest bits. The bits about concern, worry, and fear. I’ve put onto that screen the bits about loss, change, and uncertainty. I’ve also let out moments of joy, laughter, and happiness. A first kiss, a first girlfriend… a first encounter with racism, continuous moments of self-doubt, and even tiresome moments of yearning.
I’m ready to write the missing pieces. I’m not sure about how ready I am for anybody other than Sara to read it.. but I know that when it’s done, I’ll be ready.
So I set back to that wondrous hobby, therapeutic process, and long-time goal of writing a book. Wish me luck.
