Untitled Since 2002

I’ve mentioned briefly that I’m an OG open diary writer I’ve also mentioned my desire to be an author….

I SO badly want to be a published writer. So much so that in 2002, I had a title for a novel – little did I know it would take 23 years to come to life.

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I was living in my first apartment, with my boyfriend at the time.  We had a spare bedroom that I converted into an office space. I had a small desk with my computer screen and keyboard taking up most of it. I can remember sitting down to write and having nothing to say.  I tossed around writing about my life – but at the ripe age of 19, I hadn’t lived much to write about. I decided it would about adoption and my journey as an adoptee – but again I was 19, and the information I had was minimal.  The idea was shelved and collected dust.

I have blogged on and off throughout my years in hopes that I would gain a following and have a long standing popular blog. I think the closest I got to that was “Adventures with Abie” – my journey as an autism mom.  It helped me navigate our son’s diagnosis and allowed me a safe place to vent. It was a healing journey. As our son aged, I felt that his privacy was more important. So I stopped writing. Autism was no longer something I feared, but embraced. Writing had served its purpose.

Fast forward to most recent. I have been blessed to have my small business published in two online magazines.  I like to take the credit as the writer and editor because with any small publication, there is minimal staffing.  I was emailed a series of questions and replied to them in paragraph format.  Within two weeks the article was published along with a head shot and various photos showcasing my small business. While I will never turn down the opportunity to speak on my small business and its amazingness, my dream is to publish a book.

Present day – here we are.

I’m giving it one last go around. I am hoping that by sharing my pain and hurt the journey of healing will self unfold and my memoir will be complete. I have the title from 2002 – and yes it fits for today. Almost like a sign. I just needed to wait. I needed to live life. I needed life to break me. I needed to feel healing.