My memoir, when it’s done, will be a tough read, until the very end. There’s a lot of pain in it, and I imagine some readers will wonder if they can make it through. When I was living the pain, I sometimes wondered if I would make it through, too.
Note to future readers: The story has a happy ending, and you’ll be so glad you stuck it out.
.I wrote about the happy ending in a 100 word essay, published in Drabblez Magazine this week. I was surprised at how much I could tell in so few words.
The title is When muddies waters clear.
And it starts like this:
His fifth day at Rent Central was his last, after he dropped a couch in the mud. My son.
You can read the rest of it here. (Unfortunately, there’s no direct link to my essay, but you can scroll down to #18.)
It’s another writing feather in my cap. And I’m now working on manuscript revisions in the section leading up to the happy ending. I’ll be glad when I get there!
It almost reads like a poem, Karen! The sparseness counterintuitively lets the emotion come through. Nicely done.
Appreciate it, Jack!!
Yay…for all the family! How wonderful for your son.
Persistence and prayers payoff.
Thanks for sharing
Thanks Sheba!