An Unexpected and Surprising

I have recently completed writing a book. Of course, that isn’t unusual since I can’t remember when I wasn’t writing or thinking about writing another book.

Most of my many obscure manuscripts remain in the dark, nebulous cloud that embraces unpublished words. Several, or a few more than that, emerged on Amazon.

This one, however, is quite different. There will only be one copy and that belongs to my daughter, who always loved stories.

The amazing part of this latest combination of words, fragmented memories and emotions is the unanticipated roller coaster ride it has provoked for the author.

The 400 page collision of words, computer, paper and of course, my subconscious has culminated in an understanding of many, many yesterdays. I have finally arrived at an intersection of peace not only with difficult decisions made in time gone by, but the consequences of the unanticipated road blocks that life sprinkled in my path.

I am now able to comprehend that many of the events I once viewed as insurmountable merely motivated me to reach higher in an attempt to avoid an emotional collision.

The years of disdain and negativity that I had never forgotten from an outspoken elderly in-law became the reason for the facade of peace I soon adopted. Amazingly, eventually that became a reality. Before writing Diane’s Book, I could only remember her vitriol with pain. Now that, too, has finally been erased with comprehension and yes, sympathy, if not quite understanding.

The critical viewpoint of others who believed I was unworthy only mandated me to try harder. I thank them now for that. Each rejection resulted in a better rewrite not only of words, but clarity of vision.

Being realistic I admit my journey must soon reach its end. Even so I cannot help but embrace the new joys I receive daily.

I began to write a story for my oldest child and favorite daughter quite unexpectedly earlier this year. At that moment I had absolutely no inclination that, it would also evolve into an amazing gift for the author.

The story I wrote with love now permits me to behold with clarity how remarkable a road I have been blessed to walk.