Carving Out Space
During the past weeks, I have been desperately seeking places with quiet, good Karma, and the least possibility of interruption in order to complete revision 7 of my memoir, Jewels that Speak. These places turned out to be a studio room in the Ozarks for a week, and my bedroom at home, with strict laws posted–“Do not knock, enter, call through the door, phone in, or in any way try to contact me from 8 a.m. till 5 p.m.”
Of course the harder one turned out to be my bedroom because, even without words spoken, I could just feel the family vibrations on the other side of the door.
The good news is the revision is complete and I am satisfied with it. It is off to the copy editor. The bad news is that I have to find a publisher–a tricky business. After all, did I only write this book for myself? But, I shouldn’t end with difficult news. Back to the good. It’s an incredible feeling to have planted a seed for my memoir on March 8, 2006, and to know–exactly four years later–that the idea has bloomed.
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