Where do I begin? I met the love of my life, we were married, a thousand other things happened, and then he took his own life. And he was a Vietnam Vet.
My husband fought a war on foreign soil and came back in one piece. On the outside that is. I fought the demons that followed him home because of that war, for the next fifteen years. Like Charles Dickens said, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." I knew them both well. So I wrote a book. A book to help deal with the grief, confusion, anger, memories, and my broken heart, and to reach out to the endless others who are on the same journey. There are still wars, men and women are still fighting, and wives and husbands are still desperate to make sense of it all. I know I am.
And now I'm writing a blog because I wrote a book. And my book wants to be published. Even though I don't know how, I will figure it out. There's so much to learn. Where do I start? Agents, editors, publishers, marketing . . . fear.
I feel like I'm about to climb a mountain after dark with only a flashlight and a sky filled with stars.