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A Huge Sigh of Relief

I am so massively relieved to have finally put up Part X of the Spiritual Journey series, I actually feel a bit dizzy.

I've honestly been working on that sucker since October--October!--and I've lost track of how many drafts I've thrown out over the months. It's been hanging over my head like an unkept promise the whole time. And to think I started this project last summer because I thought it would make an easy series of writing prompts! Just a little light writing project to get me over the quiet dog days of summer.

Oh, man...

I'm sure I'll find things to rewrite in this one. And I can only hope I struck the right balance between fairness and detail--what to leave in, and what to leave out. Even after all these years, it's still really hard to write this particular story.

But at last, at long last, I'm done writing it! And I never have to write it for the first time again. Woo hoo!

Comments

Yewtree said…
Congratulations on making it through a difficult birth!
Yewtree said…
I wrote the previous comment before reading part 10 - whew, that must have been difficult to write, but I think you did get the balance right.
Regina said…
What a heartfelt and heartbreaking post. I agree with Yvonne- how hard this must have been to write. I think it was probably good for you to be able to take all this time to write it.
May I link to you from my blog?
Anonymous said…
A brave and honest post I thought -- and hopefully cathartic to write. So importamt to get some perpective and even closure on interpersonal conflict.

Hugs to you

Mary

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