I was up last night until 4:00 a.m. working on the final rewrites of my book (I lost all track of time). It will hopefully be the last time I will have to return to those painful memories. My co-writer and editor, Peter Lundell, a professional author and ghostwriter, as well, is amazing to work with. I’m so thankful for my dear friend Janey DeMeo who referred me to Cec Murphey who in turn referred me to Peter. And, above all, to God.
What began as a catharsis turned into a manuscript that has now become a mission. I realized that just because I am hidden away from the world in a bedridden condition does not mean what I have to say has no value.
No one should ever feel that way. Everybody suffers and each has a story to tell. I love this quote:
“Your writing matters as much as the hard labor others do. You teach us all through your words the value of helping other human beings through tragedy.” author unknown
Categories: My Memoir