Unlocking Creativity: How Writing Islands Became the Secret to Building My Memoir’s Hidden Archipelago
Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that writing a book was for other people. I was thrilled to find some success writing short pieces, but a whole book with a spine and a cover and acknowledgements? Forget it. It was all too big, too scary, too much time. I didn’t belong in that world.
However, after years of enduring fertility treatments and not seeing any writing about the subject, I was called to write a book about infertility, pregnancy loss, marriage — all these big ideas that overwhelmed me the moment I sat down to work on my book. So, I wrote very little in this space of paralysis. This book, the one that I wished-existed-so-I-could-read-it during this hard time, loomed large in my life. But it was not coming into being.
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