The trick is keeping your heart open. Natalie Goldberg
May 5, 2011
It's a glorious Thursday morning, and the highway beacons, but instead of my enchanting trip to Santa Barbara, I'm here at my computer pounding on the keys. Work has taken over my writing time, and this week I had to skip school. Not only am I writing a blog, but I'm researching ways to market my book. The resources are endless, requiring the patience of Job.
First, I want to thank all for your words of encouragement. I know you're with me, even though I can't see you. This week I received a few comments that started me thinking . . .
* Write to the title
* I want to know more about your book
* Your date changes are confusing
This blog began as a tool to move me into publishing. Accountability for my time and actions was my purpose. Most entries have been lighthearted and chatty, other than the first. But the time has come when I must share more. And I'm uncomfortable. So please bear with me.
Write your heart out. Never be ashamed of your subject and your passion for your subject. Joyce Carol Oates
War has gone on since the beginning of man's creation. And will continue until the end of time. This necessary evil brings death and pain not only to its victims, but also to the warriors and their loved ones covering our small planet. It's not the way we'd like it to be . . . it is the way it is.
Brave men and women fight wars in hostile lands where life is valued differently. Armed with rifles, they're exposed to sights and sounds no human being should ever witness. And at times, they must engage in unthinkable acts to save their friends which riddles them with shame and guilt. Or they survive an ambush and the others don't.
Can you imagine the horror?
It's not a movie in the theater you pay to watch . . . it's real life! And it's happening this moment in remote parts of the world. How does a warrior return to a normal life with this running through their head?
It's called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder . . . a normal reaction to abnormal life threatening stress.
Those who know me know my story. They know what I wrote about, and why. And those who don't know me, other than through this blog, will one day share an experience . . . one that will be hard to forget.
My book? It's a love story. And shows how I met the love of my life and we were married. He was a Vietnam vet. I didn't know he had post traumatic stress disorder. I didn't know what post traumatic stress disorder was. Nor did I know I would develop PTSD from living with my husband's illness.
The ravages of war tainted our marriage eclipsing it into a nightmare. And by grace alone, my love gave me the strength and the courage to survive.
I Corinthians 13:4-7 Love suffers long and is kind . . . bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Excerpt from my book proposal . . .
Diary of a Vet's Wife shows the innocence of love unblemished with hope and promise, unaware of the imminent demons vowing destruction. And all too soon her impossible dream is shattered by nightmares her husband doesn't recall and hidden pain he refuses to share. Her love is unyielding, her journey is long. She retreats to a life of secrets in order to spare the children and her family from the truth, yet she has no place to turn.
The reader will slip into her world like a fly on the wall as she takes them places most have never been, while bonding with others who know the terrain that only love dare travel.
So there you have it . . .
Lesson learned . . . my two cents
Be open to your readers opinions . . . they're one of the reasons you write.
Show compassion to our brave men and women who have served and suffered for this nation, and our safety. You never know what a person is going through by looking at them. Would you lay down your life for your country? Please do me a favor. When you see someone in uniform, or meet someone who has served in our military, go up to them, shake their hand and say, "Thank you." It would mean so much to them. I know from experience . . .