Spent some time this weekend going through those memory boxes taken down from the attic and starting the first draft of my book.

The thing about a project like this is that once you get started the ideas begin multiplying like rabbits. I just wish the words multiplied just as easily.

As I began this project early on into the four day weekend – I began to get all the old telltale signs of why this has been a slow moving project (three years now)….anxiety and panic attacks. I began to doubt my ability to tell this story without comprising the progress I have made toward mental wellness.

However, after much praying I know that worrying about my ability to tell this story from a mentally healthy perspective would be to doubt my faith in God.

And so, I have the first draft of chapter one. Don’t get too excited. Each sentence needs to be revised half a dozen times and new ideas need to be interjected every third paragraph or so.

Ahh…the struggles of being a writer.

Hope everyone enjoyed their holiday weekend and don’t forget why we have the freedom to do whatever it is you did today.