I recently finished my Army Brat Memoir and sent it off with a kiss and a heartfelt wish for success, whatever that looks like.
I have been working on this book for two years, mostly in the wee hours of O-Dark-Hundred insomnia. The process took me by surprise-I thought I had made peace with the difficult things that had happened, years ago. Turns out, I had just been storing it all in my cells.
Memories long buried were induced with music of that genre. Music and tears…it’s when I did my best writing. It’s when I was unfiltered.
I learned how to forgive, both myself and others through this memory- debriefing process. The pain had been such a part of me, that I feel a little lost without it. No danger there as I have started my teaching memoirs. Plenty of tears left to shed.