My mom always wanted to read "my book." I can remember her saying those words ever since I left for the Dominican Republic and was sending home emails about the crazy, wacky, wonderful things that happen in a world outside of your own. She told me she kept all my emails, sent them to her friends and family that I missed on my own email list. It seemed like every time I saw her, she was pushing, suggesting, pressuring, and prompting me to write.
I wasn't ready. The story wasn't there.
I don't know that I am now. But. But. Today I vow that I WILL write my book before the anniversary of the day my mother went 'home'. Before next Jaunary 10th, I will have a book ready to be sent to an editor.
It will not be my story. I know that I'm definitely not ready for that. But there is a story that I'm ready to tell.
It's all I can do right now.
You can do it! After doing the National Novel Writing Month contest, I realized that writing is so cathartic and fun. So good luck!
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