There is this woman inside me, and she has a story to tell. i always thought that the book i would write would be my story, but the truth of the matter is that i’ve been trying to write that story for months now and it has been too difficult a task.
But there is another, and she won’t leave me alone. i think about her all the time and as the last week has gone by, she’s infiltrated her journey into my everyday thoughts, her story building and growing.
And then suddenly you realize this is the story you’ve been waiting to tell.
I don’t want to write a novel. i have no interest in checking the latest books out of the library on how to write a best-seller. i don’t want to push myself against the challenge of a 30 day novel or of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). right now i don’t want to explore plot and character points and editing.
Right now i just need to tell this story.
So begins her journey, and mine. a step the two of us will take together. we have different stories, but share a kindredness. i don’t know yet where along the way her story will end, but i know that it starts in a place of sorrow and grows. and i hope that i can do right by her. that somewhere along the way we will both find hope and healing and most importantly of all, our voices.