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The First Page
During the onset of COVID-19, I decided to scan a pile of old love letters between my parents to preserve them digitally. When I unfolded the letters to scan, I read all of them—about a hundred letters. Twenty-three years after Mom’s death and thirty-five years after Dad’s, I still mourned for them. The love that emanated from the letters was overwhelming. Every letter made me cry. That is when I decided I had to tell their story.
And that was the beginning of an exhausting, mentally challenging, and emotionally draining effort that has yet to end.
Well, I wasn’t a writer, not in the creative sense. Many people dream of writing a book, but I was never one of them. But I decided I could give it a go.
The first challenge was to put the letters in chronological order. Some letters were dated, but not all. I had to read between the lines to get the timeline. I did a spreadsheet to log the letters by date and by author, and summarized a blurb of the contents of each letter. I even color-coded the spreadsheet cells—blue for Dad and pink for Mom—so I could easily identify them. All of that organizing was hard enough, and I hadn’t even written the first page!
I was naïve. At first, I thought it would be simple to hire a ghostwriter, tell them what I wanted to say and let them write it for me. DISASTER!!! That relationship ended swiftly and taught me that there is no one else in this world that can write this book. Little did I know then it would be more difficult than I ever imagined.
I took online courses on writing novels, memoirs and creative writing. Spent long hours learning while etching out a plan and outline. I learned how to write engaging dialects, arc the story, and keep the reader engaged at the end of each chapter. I learned about different styles of writing. About having a protagonist and antagonist and what to do and what NEVER to do.
Once I had my outline (which would end up changing several times), I started writing chapter one. I was already three months into this project before I wrote the first sentence. Eventually, chapter one emerged. My devoted and supportive husband helped edit and critique it with every rewrite. Chapter 1 is critical to grab an audience’s attention, and we gave it extra thought and contemplation. I finally thought Chapter 1 was in good enough shape to go on to Chapter 2. But it wasn’t. Three and a half years later, chapter one is still evolving, but now along with 36 other chapters. I keep pushing on.