This has been a busy weekend. We took down the Christmas tree, put the decorations away, had people over for dinner, moved the office around. And I handed in the edited memoir to Scott Pack at The Friday Project.

It was great feeling to know that I had come to the end of the edits, that I had been able to wade through the words again. It had taken me a lot longer than I thought it would, not for wanting of trying.

It took longer than planned mostly because it was difficult. It was hard to write the memoir but it was even more hard for some reason to edit it. To wade back into the words and make them right, make them fit.

I’m more than proud of the finished product though. Now at least I can take a bit of a break, I can let my mind rest a bit. Though there have been other things going on in my life, the memoir has held a spot backstage for some time now.

I am always thinking about it even when I don’t mean to. It held me in its grasp, it’s words my words, my story. I can’t begin to describe what it feels like to have everything written down, to have my words, my life, staring back at me from the page.

This means I can finally get back to blogging on a regular basis, something I know that I have been lax about. It’s such a relief, but now the worry will begin to set it.

Now that I’ve handed it back to The Friday Project, will they be as happy with it as I am? Will they find it engaging, enjoyable, inspirational? Will they find solace in my words as I have?

 I can only hope they do. All I can do now is wait, enjoy a good book and then take things one step at a time.