Have you ever thought about writing a book?

Have you? I saw that a friend was participating in another November tradition: "National Write a Novel Month" as opposed to my National Blog Post Month.  The idea is similar though: NWANM encourages writers to write quantity over quality; just get out there and write your little heart away.  I think that NBPM is simlar: just blog each day, whether you feel like it or not, and whether you think you have something earth-shattering to write about.  Or not.  But you just keep writing something.  And next week will be hard for me to write. I'll be hanging out in a hospital and healthcare unit due to surgery and recovery of a loved one.  But I will write, even if I don't publish it. 

So this writing thing had me thinking of my writing history.  I don't like it, or didn't.  Through high school is was a chore to write papers, and college wasn't much better.  My very first paper returned in college was ungraded.  The professor said it was so bad that it didn't even deserve an F. Wow....harsh, huh?  But after receiving easy A's all through high school for my papers, (as much as I hated writing them I did get A's), he made me realize how clueless I was about writing.  And more importantly, he spent the time with me to fix it.  And I knew then how to write a college paper. 

After college, the writing was over thank goodness.  Many friends have gone on to write dissertations, and I remember saying to one how hard I would find it to write a paper of such proportions that is gets bound and printed...it's a real book.  I find that I can say anything I need to on any subject in a quite concise manner, and then I'm done.  But 100 pages? 200? 300 or more? Wow. Not me.

But then I started blogging.  My first blog was just an easy way to post pictures of the cutest little guy ever imagined, and a way for grandmas who didn''t live in our town to keep up with him.  Captions were added to pictures, and then a cute story, funny sayings, and then I would post more about our days.  For the first time, I found that I really enjoyed writing.  It was finally fun.

But I also have stories in my head. Some real, some fiction, some a combination of the two.  It's what I do at night when I can't sleep.  I create stories in my head. 

But the one book I really have a passion for, that I really hope to write one day, is one that is near to my heart.  So I think I could be a little more verbose in this subject. 

It's a book about love and loss. About fear, pain, terror, loss of hope and trust and the loss of reasons to get up in the morning.  It's about miscarriage, monthly disappointments, doctors visits and tests and surgeries and shots and drugs and money and .... getting to a point where your focus is so narrow that life is passing you by.  And you find yourself alone and deserted, mostly due to your own making.

Sound familiar? Stay tuned.  No? Stay tuned.  You might learn something anyway.