Alright, well I accidentally just exed out of my last document and somehow managed to click don’t save in the process. One of those days!
Anyways, I was just talking about my projects. My inaugural book is still out on Amazon, both paperback and e-book versions available. It was an important project to me. I’ve always dreamed of writing a book. This book, in particular, has been on my mind for a great number of years, going on 15 now. I always knew I had something to say, something I needed to get out of me.
I’ve started it at least a dozen times. I think three chapters is the farthest I’ve ever gone on it. There would always be something stopping me from continuing and completing it; I would not like how it was going or sounding, I would get side-tracked, I wouldn’t want people to know the real me anymore. It was always something, and every time, I would completely discard the entire thing.
That was a big deal for me; discarding the entire thing. I’m a saver. I save everything. I have just about everything I’ve ever written, drawn, accomplished somewhere laying around the house – whether in a box or on a shelf or displayed. It’s there. I have all my kids’ stuff, too. I had to make rules for myself on what to keep and what to get rid of so I wouldn’t become a hoarder! So, getting rid of a book I was working on….I had a lot of issues getting it going.
It had probably been a little over a year since I had last started when I lost my mom. I hadn’t even thought about the book in a while. It was just sitting there on my bucket list as something I hoped to do eventually.
When I got back to everyday life after everything, I started writing. It just flowed from my fingertips. I couldn’t stop, I needed to get EVERYTHING out. Nothing could stop me, either. It just kept coming out; one word, one sentence, one paragraph, one page, one chapter at a time – it flowed. Things I needed to say for years, things I needed to say right then and there, all the things I felt, things I buried deep inside and had forgotten about until it was coming out of me uncontrollably.
Within two months, I wrote my book. This book that had been on my mind for almost 15 years with so much more to say than I ever had before. This book that lets people know things about me that nobody ever knew. I put myself out there 100%.
It was very exciting for me. It was very needed. I accomplished a dream, I crossed something off my bucket list, I opened myself up for one of the very few times ever and I started a healing process. I wouldn’t let myself get sidetracked, I needed to say it so never didn’t like how it was going and I finally felt like I could be me and not worry about what other people thought about it.
It’s caused some issues. I won’t lie. And those issues just let me know the truth overall. It was good for me and that was what was important at the time.
Now, I’m continuing to write. This blog is a little bit of me every day. I enjoy it.
I was going to start a fiction series. I thought that would be fun. But, my fingers have taken me elsewhere. I have two projects I’m working on right now. One is a youth coaching book. It is me all the way around. I talk about coaching all the time and I thought it would be
great to get my thoughts on the youth sports world out there. That one is about half way done so far. I’m hoping to have it out by Thanksgiving at the latest.
The other one I’m working on is about being a fan. It’s going to be entertaining and fun to write. That one will be a year in the making so, don’t look for that until next September.
Anyways, I was just talking about my projects. My inaugural book is still out on Amazon, both paperback and e-book versions available. It was an important project to me. I’ve always dreamed of writing a book. This book, in particular, has been on my mind for a great number of years, going on 15 now. I always knew I had something to say, something I needed to get out of me.
I’ve started it at least a dozen times. I think three chapters is the farthest I’ve ever gone on it. There would always be something stopping me from continuing and completing it; I would not like how it was going or sounding, I would get side-tracked, I wouldn’t want people to know the real me anymore. It was always something, and every time, I would completely discard the entire thing.
That was a big deal for me; discarding the entire thing. I’m a saver. I save everything. I have just about everything I’ve ever written, drawn, accomplished somewhere laying around the house – whether in a box or on a shelf or displayed. It’s there. I have all my kids’ stuff, too. I had to make rules for myself on what to keep and what to get rid of so I wouldn’t become a hoarder! So, getting rid of a book I was working on….I had a lot of issues getting it going.
It had probably been a little over a year since I had last started when I lost my mom. I hadn’t even thought about the book in a while. It was just sitting there on my bucket list as something I hoped to do eventually.
When I got back to everyday life after everything, I started writing. It just flowed from my fingertips. I couldn’t stop, I needed to get EVERYTHING out. Nothing could stop me, either. It just kept coming out; one word, one sentence, one paragraph, one page, one chapter at a time – it flowed. Things I needed to say for years, things I needed to say right then and there, all the things I felt, things I buried deep inside and had forgotten about until it was coming out of me uncontrollably.
Within two months, I wrote my book. This book that had been on my mind for almost 15 years with so much more to say than I ever had before. This book that lets people know things about me that nobody ever knew. I put myself out there 100%.
It was very exciting for me. It was very needed. I accomplished a dream, I crossed something off my bucket list, I opened myself up for one of the very few times ever and I started a healing process. I wouldn’t let myself get sidetracked, I needed to say it so never didn’t like how it was going and I finally felt like I could be me and not worry about what other people thought about it.
It’s caused some issues. I won’t lie. And those issues just let me know the truth overall. It was good for me and that was what was important at the time.
Now, I’m continuing to write. This blog is a little bit of me every day. I enjoy it.
I was going to start a fiction series. I thought that would be fun. But, my fingers have taken me elsewhere. I have two projects I’m working on right now. One is a youth coaching book. It is me all the way around. I talk about coaching all the time and I thought it would be
great to get my thoughts on the youth sports world out there. That one is about half way done so far. I’m hoping to have it out by Thanksgiving at the latest.
The other one I’m working on is about being a fan. It’s going to be entertaining and fun to write. That one will be a year in the making so, don’t look for that until next September.