Attended another great meeting yesterday with Saturday Writers. Talk about a fabulous organization - Writers Inspiring Writers. One of our guest speakers was the owner of Stonebrook Publishing and we listened to a wonderful presentation on turning memories into a memoir. She tag teamed with a man who self-published his own book and they are now re-working it together. His story was amazing and unbelievably sad at the same time. He had an abundance of courage to put his story out.
I keep going back and forth about whether or not to begin my own memoir. For those of you who do not know me, to look at someone my age (31) it would seem insane that I would even be ready to write a memoir. I mean, those are for old people, right!? But the more I read them, I keep finding that memoirs are really just about someone's personal story they need to tell, regardless of their age.
The longer I live and am impacted by my heart diseases, I keep feeling I need to reach out and share my own story. Maybe it would touch someone, help them, comfort them or make them feel they are not alone. When I was first diagnosed at the age of 23, all I felt was so unbelievably alone. If my story, even a piece of it, could help another woman - especially a mother struggling with heart disease, maybe it is time to get over my own issues and start writing it. Ah, the rantings of a confused woman! Welcome to my husband's world!
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