Sunday / January 29 / 2012
Spilling my guts
I love how author James Altucher describes himself in his Twitter profile, “For some reason, I’ve turned myself inside out and all my guts have spilled onto my blog. One day I’ll run out of stuff but not yet.”
Oh how I relate.
Just two days ago, I posted on my Facebook wall, “The feedback I receive from all of you is such an encouragement — helping mold my ability (and desire!) to share such raw, honest stuff. THANK YOU.”
The key word is really, “desire”. By becoming more vulnerable on my blog, I’ve found a new, very real connection to my love for writing — and my desire to write, to share, to inspire — has grown.
Of late — said raw, honest stuff has been centered around the horrific accident I was in 25 years ago, including my most-highly-read post, In receipt of bonafide hate mail, which has nearly 500 views as of the date of this post.
The outpouring of love and affirmation I’ve received from my readers (you!) has been overwhelming and I find myself spurred on to continue writing my book.
As I’ve engrossed myself in this book writing venture, the premise has, well — evolved.
Being back home has afforded me a new (positive) process of healing. A process I’ve immersed myself in.
My book will be a memoir, sharing life experiences and my response to them. My hope is the book will serve as a catalyst for appreciation of the delicate gift of life and the redemptive power of hope and grace.
To you, my readers, I am grateful. More soon…