In reflection, I've been working on the Rose book for about three years--trying to turn a blog into a book is tough. And, trust me, that is a mild statement. The Rose blog for me is really "random" thoughts--kind of where I am emotionally at the time I'm posting it.
I promised Rose that I would turn the blog into a book as a fundraiser. She had suggested the blog idea and then casually one day, said, "turn it into a book." There was no formal thing, hard to explain. And, I don't think Rose would hold me to it if I decided to abandon the project which I've almost done a dozen times.
The usual scenario for Rose and me: she is laying down, taking her chemo, only slightly awake and occasionally opens her eyes and looks at me and faintly smiles. Sometimes she says something like, "Why don't you take a break, I'm fine," she dozes back off. I'm pecking away on my iPhone.
At first, it was an idea for her friend, Alisha that she'd met. "We'll have a fund raiser for Alisha," Rose said. Both Rose and Alisha are gone.
It has been so emotionally painful to get this book together. Finding my voice as the real writers say has been a task. But, had to do it. Just got it back from a professional editor so now I must put it together. I am alone for a few days and so can mess up the house, order pizza. My best shot.
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