Yesterday I was in the grocery store when the book came to me. It's not fiction, as I had thought, but I'm going to try to stay confident that it is meant to be written, by little old me, from my experience and my heart.
Not coincidentally, I came across this article by Anne Lamott through Sarah of Momalom (on Twitter, of course) the day before I had this grocery store epiphany.
I've been saying and saying and saying that I have no time to write a book. After all, I'm interrupted when I shower, how could I sit with clear thoughts and type any kind of sense at all in five second increments?
Anne writes, on finding time,
Ouch. And so true.
It may take me two years to finish, but I'm going to find my half-hours a day, to sit on my writing chair and add pages. I'm excited and grateful and scared, nervous and overwhelmed. There is only one thing I know for sure-even if this book is never published, I will have written it, and I will not look back and think of that as wasted time.
Thank you, friends. For encouraging me from the start. For reading my words and leaving comments that say things like, "When are you going to write a book?!" Your words and thoughts and prayers have been huge stepping stones for me on this writing journey. Huge. I'm forever grateful for you. Thank you.
"I've heard it said that every day you need half an hour of quiet time for yourself, or your Self, unless you’re incredibly busy and stressed, in which case you need an hour. I promise you, it is there. Fight tooth and nail to find time, to make it. It is our true wealth, this moment, this hour, this day." -Anne Lamott