I know that I am pretty young to be writing my life story, but I came to a turning point several years ago and felt that the first half of my life was done and I was now starting over, sort of.
Well last night, I found myself in a new situation that originated in my ‘past’. I am frustated and mad. I do NOT want to rehash the first half of my life (except as I write my book) in living color. I do not want to deal with that raw emotion of my childhood – even if it is adding more material for my book.
I have not explained yet what the focus of my book is. It is much more intense than girl scouts and cheerleading. Soon though….
